Guardians of the Galaxy (Peter Quill x Reader)

Chapter Seven

In the common area of the prison, you, Gamora, Peter, and Rocket gather around a table. Groot stands idly by in the distance, not paying any attention to your crucial discussion. You're all composing a plan to break out. Rocket, who has escaped twenty-two prisons, is the one who devises a plan while the rest of you take orders.

"If we're gonna get out of here, we're gonna need to get into that watchtower," Rocket tells you. The watchtower stands in the middle of the prison, certainly the most guarded area. "And to do that, I'm gonna need a few things," he continues. "The guards wear security bands to control their ins and outs. I need one."

"Leave it to Y/N and me," Gamora says.

You and Rocket nod in response. He then gestures toward a prisoner who is wobbly walking along with a prosthetic leg. "That dude, there, I need his prosthetic leg."

"His leg?" Peter inquiries, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah," Rocket replies. "God knows I don't need the rest of him. Look at him, he's useless."

"All right."

"And finally, on the wall back there is a black panel, blinky yellow light. Do you see it?"

"Yeah," Everyone agrees.

"There's a quarnyx battery behind it. Purplish box, green wires. To get into that watchtower, I definitely need it."

"How are we supposed to do that?" Gamora requests.

"Well, supposedly these bald-bodies find you ladies attractive," he says, glancing between you and Gamora. "So maybe you can work out some sort of trade."

Gamora angrily rolls her eyes. "You cannot be serious."

"You've got to be kidding me," you scoff. Peter tenses up a bit and his hands form fists on top of the table. He lets out a quiet grumble of annoyance.

"No, I really hear they find you guys attractive," Rocket laughs.

"Y/N won't be taking part in anything like that, regardless of how attractive she is," Peter justifies. He wouldn't want to see anything happen to you, especially not in this prison. Gamora nudges you under the table and you get the hint that Peter is clearly worked up over the idea of someone else being all over you even if it is just for an escape plan. You don't know how to take it. "Besides, it's twenty feet up in the air, and it's in the middle of the most heavily guarded part of the prison. It's impossible to get up there without being seen," Peter interjects.

Now, Rocket is the one who gets frustrated. "I got one plan, and that plan requires a fricken' quarnyx battery, so figure it out!" he snaps. The rest of you remain silent for a moment, staring at him in disbelief. "Can I get back to it? Thanks. Now, this is important. Once the battery is removed, everything is gonna slam into emergency mode. Once we have it, we gotta move quickly, so you definitely need to get that last." Suddenly, the room grows dark as many sirens blare. Behind you, Groot smiles, holding the quarnyx battery. "Or we could just get it first and improvise!" he exclaims.

"We'll get the armband," you declare.

"Leg!" Peter adds.

As Peter scrambles away to the cell of the man with the prosthetic leg, you and Gamora make your way over to a guard. "We're gonna need that," you state smugly, pointing at his armband.

He cackles. "Good luck, it's internally wired."

"I think we can figure something out," Gamora presses. As she and the guard go at it, fighting over the armband with Gamora clearly winning, you knock out any guards making their over to intrude on the fight.