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Ch. 45 Guardians Of The Galaxy?

~Y/n pov~

" Tell me where the girl is, or I swear to you, I'm gonna French-fry this little freak." The man pushed the gun closer to Peter's head.

Tony growled, "Let's do it! You shoot my guy, I blast him. Let's go!"

" Do it, Quill! I can take it." the man Tony was pointing his gun at spoke up.

" No, he can't take it!" the alien girl argued.

Dr. Strange deadpanned, "She's right. You can't."

" Oh yeah? You don't wanna tell me where she is? That's fine. I'll kill all three of you and beat it out of Thanos myself." The man known as Quill, then turned his attention to Peter, "Starting with you."

"Wait, what. Thanos?" Dr. Strange asked confused, then he sighed holding the bridge of his nose, "Alright, let me ask you this one time: What master do you serve?"

"What master do I serve? What am I supposed to say? 'Jesus'?" Quill retaliated.

A look of realisation crossed Tony's face and he clicked his fingers, "You're from Earth?"

Quill responded with, "I'm not from Earth. I'm from Missouri."

"Yeah, that's on EARTH, dip-shit. What are you hassling us for?" Tony sassed.

"So, you're not with Thanos?" Peter asked.

" WITH Thanos?! No, I'm here to kill Thanos! He took my girl. Wait... who are you?" Quill was now confused.

Peter takes his mask off, "We're the Avengers, man."

" Oh."

Mantis, the alien girl said, "You're the ones Thor told us about!"

"You know Thor!?" Tony asked shocked.

Quill nodded, "Yeah. Tall guy, not that good-looking,"

Peter gives him an incredulous look.

"needed saving." Quill continues.

It was silent for a minute.

"Where is he now?" Dr. Strange asked.

"The heck happened to this planet? It's eight degrees off its axis. Gravitational pull is all over the place." Quill complained.

Mantis however, was jumping joyfully around like a little kid.

Tony sighed and explained his plan, "Yeah, we got one advantage. He's coming to us. We'll use it. All right, I have a plan. Or at least the beginnings of one. It's pretty simple. We draw him in, pin him down, get what we need. Definitely don't wanna dance with this guy. We just want the gauntlet."

Drax, the other man, yawned at Tony.

Tony looked a mix of pissed and offended," Are you yawning? In the middle of this, while I'm breaking it down? Huh? Did you hear what I said?"

" I stopped listening after you said, 'We need a plan.' " Drax said honestly.

Tony turned to Quill, "Okay, Mr. Clean is on his own page."

" See, "not winging it" isn't really what they do." Quill responded

" Then what exactly do you do? " I asked.

Mantis grinned chidishly," Kick names, take ass.

"Yeah, that's right." Drax agreed.

Tony pauses with an expression of deep hopelessness, "Alright, just get over here, please. Mr. Lord, can you get your folks to circle up?"

Quill frowned, " 'Mr. Lord.'  Star-Lord is fine.", he then motioned to Drax and Mantis.

Tony groaned, "We gotta coalesce. 'Cause if all we come at him with is a plucky attitude...."

" Dude, don't call us plucky. We don't know what it means. Alright, we're optimistic, yes. I like your plan. Except it sucks, so let me do the plan, and that way it might be really good." Quill says irritated.

Me and Peter watch the argument, unamused.

Drax spoke up," Tell him about the dance-off to save the universe."

" What dance-off?" Tony cocked his brow.

Quill quickly dissmissed it," It's not a... it's not... it's nothing."

" Like in Footloose, the movie?" Peter asked.

" Exactly like Footloose. Is it still the greatest movie in history?" Quill grinned excitedly.

" It never was." Peter said savagely.

Quill frowned sadly.

Tony frowned back," Don't encourage this, alright?"

" Okay."

" We're getting no help from Flash Gordon here." Tony sassed.

" Flash Gordon? By the way, that's a compliment. Don't forget, I'm half human. " Quill pointed at me, Tony and Peter, " So that 50% of me that's stupid? That's 100% you."

" Your math is blowing my mind." Tony said sarcastically.

Mantis interrupted them," Excuse me, but... does your friend often do that?"

Dr. Strange was sat cross-legged, floating slightly above the ground, his hands in some sort of hand sign and the time stone was glowing brightly.

His eyes are closed, and his head is jerking rapidly from side to side, the motion blurring, but resembling looking for something.

A worried look crossed Tony's face but it disappeared as soon as ot arrived, "Strange! We alright?"

Dr. Strange snaps out of the trance and falls forward, letting out a cry.

" You're back. You're alright." Tony states.

"Hey, what was that?" Me and Peter asked.

Dr. Strange was panting, "I went forward in time to view alternate futures. To see all the possible outcomes of the coming conflict."

"How many did you see?" Quill asked.

"14,000,605." Dr. Strange replied nonchalantly.

Tony looked worried, "How many did we win?"

Dr. Strange stared intently at Tony for a moment, and paused, "One."

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