Guardians of the Galaxy (Peter Quill x Reader)

Chapter Nine

Gamora leads you and Peter outside the crowded bar and onto the street. Chaos has broken out, and, of course, your associates are in the middle of it. Drax is entailed in Groot's branches that appear to be suffocating him. He breaks them, causing sticks to fly everywhere. Drax then gets ready to pounce on Rocket and take him down. Noticing this, you restrain his arm with your hand, struggling to hold him back.

"Stop it!" you shriek angrily.

All of them ignore you and your arm feels as if it is ready to snap trying to hold Drax back from getting entangled in the fight once more. Rocket, a gun already in hand, prepares himself to attack Drax right back. He aims his gun right at him. Peter notices you struggling and decides to help by getting in the middle of them.

"Whoa, whoa, what are you doing?" He exclaims.

"This vermin speaks of affairs he knows nothing about!" Drax yelps.

"That is true!" Rocket hollers back.

"He has no respect!" he adds on.

"That is also true!"

Peter shakes his head, trying to comprehend what is going on in between all of the yelling. "Hold on! Hold on!" He calls, placing each hand in front of Drax and Rocket, allowing you to step back.

Rocket starts throwing his gun around carelessly. "Keep calling me vermin, tough guy! You just wanna laugh at me like everyone else!"

Peter takes a deep breath. "Rocket, you're drunk, all right? No one's laughin' at you," he states calmly. You think to yourself that Peter would make a great leader of the group. He seems to know how to calm everyone down.

"He thinks I'm some stupid thing! He does! Well, I didn't ask to get made! I didn't ask to be torn apart and put back together, over and over, and turned into some...some little monster," Rocket slurs. He puts down his gun and you realize that he's hurting. He's always been hurting and your heart breaks for him.

"Rocket," you speak softly, taking a small step forward. "No one thinks you're a monster."

"Oh, really?" He points his finger at Drax. "He called me vermin!" He moves his pointed finger to Gamora. "She called me rodent!" Rocket lowers his finger and brings his gun back up to aim it at them. "Let's see if you can laugh after five or six good shots to your frickin' face!"

Peter positions himself so he is directly in front of the gun. "No, no, no, no! Four billion units! Rocket! Come on, man," He exclaims. "Hey! Suck it up for one more lousy night and you're rich."

"Fine," he grunts, lowering his gun. "But I can't promise when this is all over I'm not gonna kill every last one of you jerks!"

"See?" Peter scowls. "That's exactly why none of you have any friends!" he looks amongst the group. "Five seconds after you meet somebody, you're already trying to kill em!"

You gasp, knowing damn well you've been nothing but nice to everyone. "Hey!" you scold.

He rubs his face with his hand then gestures to you with it. "Okay, maybe with the exception of Y/N, you're all kind of assholes to each other."

You're about to thank him for understanding that you aren't here to kill everyone like the rest of the group, but Drax interposes. "We have traveled, halfway across the quadrant, and Ronan is no closer to being dead!" He hustles forward slightly, but Gamora's hand catches him and pushes him back. He goes around her and tramples off in a huff.

"Drax!" Peter wails.

"Let him go," Gamora laments. "We don't need him."

You stare at the floor with hopelessness. What happened to the clever prisoners who fought off hundreds of guards and escaped the Kyln? You are supposed to be having fun and collecting a ton of units. Instead, you are all arguing constantly and trying to kill each other. You are supposed to be falling for Peter. Instead, you're rejecting him. Today has been a disaster and you want nothing more than to be back on your own ship, going to bed with no worries about an orb or Ronan or Peter Quill. But your ship no longer exists and you are bound to these people for guidance on how to take down one of the most powerful men in the galaxy.