Guardians of the Galaxy (with OC)

The Destroyer

Night rolled around. We all, apart from Gamora (nobody wanted to be around her), slept in the same room. Rocket and I slept on Groot, using each other as a pillow.

I bolted upright, accidentally waking up Rocket. I heard some prisoner going to where Gamora was sleeping.

"What's wrong?"

I heard Rocket whisper to me. Though, I didn't answer, I grabbed his sleeve and we made our way to Gamora.

We finally reached Gamora and we saw a prisoner holding her against the wall with a knife to her throat. Seeing movement next to me, I saw Starlord, obviously hearing the commotion as well.

"Gamora, consider this a death sentence for your crimes against the galaxy,"

I almost stepped out of the shadows to help her but another prisoner beat me to it.

"You dare? You know who I am, yes?"

The prisoner holding Gamora looked terrified.

"You're Drax the destroyer,"

Rocket tugged on my hand, recognising the name.

"We should go, he's called the destroyer for a reason,"

He was right, we should go but instead I stayed. I needed to see what happened to Gamora.

"And you know why they call me this?"

"You slayed dozens of Roman's minions,"

Starlord was panicking a little bit in the corner of my eye and to be honest, I was too.

"Ronan murdered my wife, Ovette, and my daughter, Camaria. He slaughtered them where they stood. And he laughed!"

Rocket pulled my sleeve again, desperate to get away from the situation.

"Quill is right there! We can leave and he'll help her!"

I turned away from the situation before me.

"We'll just stay here and watch, okay? And if Starlord needs us, we'll step in, alright?"

That seemed to make Rocket a little calmer knowing I wasn't gonna get hurt and I turned back to the scene.

"Her life is not yours to take. He killed my family. I shall kill one of his in return,"

"Of course, Drax. Here, I..."

The prisoner handed Drax the knife and he then pinned her back to the wall.

"I'm no family to Ronan or Thanos, I'm your only hope at stopping him,"

Drax seemed to get more angry as she spoke.

"Woman, your words mean nothing to me!"

Just then, Starlord decided to step in, making Drax turn his head towards him, still pinning Gamora to the wall.

"Hey! Hey, hey, hey! Hey! You know, if killing Ronan is truly your sole purpose, I don't think this is the best way to go about it,"

Drax looked at him with a puzzled look on his face.

"Are you not the man this wench attempted to kill?"

"Well I mean she's hardly the first woman who's tried to do that to me,"

Much to my dismay, he pulled up his shirt and started pointing out old scars from woman he had pissed off.

"Look, this is from a smoking-hot Rajak girl. Stabbed me with a fork. Didn't like me skipping out on her at sunrise. I got, right here, a Kree girl tried to rip out my thorax. She caught me with this skinny little A'askavariian who worked in Nova-"

I was sick of hearing him rattle on about his scars so I decided to intervene.

"Starlord, shut up. Here's the point. She betrayed Ronan. He's coming back for her. And when he does, that's when you-"

Starlord dragged his finger across his throat while I resisted the urge to facepalm.

"Why would I put my finger on his throat?"

"What? No, it's a symbol! This is a symbol for you slicing his throat,"

Still not getting what Starlord was talking about, Drax gave him a confused look.

"I would not slice his throat, I would cut his head clean off,"

I was once again bored of this conversation and looked at Rocket as if to say, 'we're surrounded by idiots.' He responded with a nod.

"It's a general expression for you killing somebody. You've heard of this. You've seen this, right? You know what that is!"

Deciding it was a good time to butt in again, I took a step forward.

"What we're saying is you want to keep her alive, don't do his work for him,"

With some hesitation, Drax dropped Gamora to the floor.

"I like your knife, I'm keeping it,"

"That was my favourite knife..."

The two prisoners walked away, leaving only, Rocket, Starlord, Gamora and I.

"Listen, I couldn't care less whether you live or die,"

Gamora was obviously confused by that statement.

"Then why stop the big guy?"

"Simple, you know where to sell my orb,"

And that he likes her.

"How are we gonna sell it when we're still in here?"

Starlord smirked, he obviously had an idea. My expectations weren't on a good one though.

"My friend, Rocket, here has escaped 22 prisons. How much is your buyer willing to pay for the orb?"

"Four billion units,"

We all stared at her in shock. That was a lot of money for a tiny orb. She said it like it was nothing. We could be rich if we can get out of here.

"What?"

"Holy shit"

"Really?"

Even splitting the units between us would give us plenty of money.

"That Orb is my opportunity to get away from Thanos and Ronan. If you free us, I'll lead you to the buyer directly and I'll split the profit between the four of us,"

Groot came out of no where and stood next to Rocket,"

"I am Groot," (Five of us)

"Five of us. Asleep for the danger, awake for the money, as per frickin' usual,"

I laughed as I pet Rocket's head. We could do a lot of things with those units.