Flames - (avengersxreader fanfic)

The Benatar

Back down the white stairs, you run out the glass front door and into the cold morning air. Looking around the compound you wonder where to go next. Standing beside the main ghostly white building was a vividly coloured spaceship that could only belong to one group of heroes. The Asgardians/ Guardians of the Galaxy.

"I wonder if anyone's home," you think to yourself as you head towards the ship. It would be interesting to hear the stories of their adventures through the universe. They also seemed a little bit more easy-going then Bucky and Sam. Boy were you wrong.

As you approached the entrance to the Benatar you hear could hear two raised voices ferociously arguing a topic with increasing volume.

"No, no I am the Captain of the Benatar and I forbid you from ever even speaking about this matter ever again," a voice declared

"You know what, I bet if Gamora had asked you would have let her!"

As you rounded the ship you heard Quill exclaim to a seething Rocket, "Oh dude, that's not cool. Not cool dude!"

"You know what Quill I am sick and tired of your tyranny as soon as you leave I'm doing it."

"You wouldn't dare..."

"Fight, Fight, Fight," chants Mantis in the background whilst grinning with glee.

Drax smiles at her and joins in the chaos, "We still have more than 2 hours before the angry dude starts yelling again."

"They won't need that long, Rocket could beat Quill any day," interrupts Nebula walking out of a side wing.

"I could defeat this trash panda any day," Quill argues. His eyes flash with contempt. You note that his decisions seemed to be motivated by his ego. "Come on I'll take you on right here, right now."

"Yay, today will be marked by future generations as the day the mighty Rocket challenged the fearsome Star-Lord for control and owner ship over the Eye-pod," cheers Drax and Mantis in unison.

"They are seriously arguing about an Ipod," you say under your breath trying to understand the row.

"No, it will be the day when everyone remembers the time that Star-Lord got his ass kicked," says a bemused Nebula.

"That's not going to happen as I, Peter Jason Quill challenge you, Rocket, to a dance off," he declares with a flourish of his wrist.

"Bahahahaha, that may have worked with Ronan but not with me, I can't believe you'd even say that," snickers Rocket. "You're so scared that I'd win that you don't even want to go hand to hand - coward."

At this point Thor enters the ship, Storm-breaker hanging by his side. Looking around at Guardians arguing around the main console he questions, "Now Rabbit, who were you calling a coward?"

"Oh, just Quill," smirks Rocket. "Also stop calling me rabbit, I'm neither fluffy nor cute."

"Uhh...I would have to disagree with you Rabbit, while you certainty aren't as adorable as Freki my wolf you are no were near as revolting as Jormungand the serpent."

As he says this you notice a shadow unfurled itself in the corner. It causes you to step back and let out a short scream. "What the hell is that!"

What you had mistaken for a common house plant was now a towering giant - its limbs and body made from gnarled wood. It peers down at you as you cower in its' shadow.

"I am Groot," it states his deep voice reverberating inside the ship.

"Groot would like to apologise for startling you noble Flames," Thor booms.

"Umm, thank you," you stutter towards Groot, he seems to smile at you and then strides over to Rocket's side.

"Boy, Groot sure is nicer now he's no longer a teenager," mentions Quill. It seems to you that he's trying to dodge his 'fight'.

"So, Rabbit," at this word Rocket shudders with hatred. "Why were you calling Captain Quill a coward?"

"He decided to challenge me to a duel over the control of the Eye-Pod and thought he could win!" Rocket states," The only reason I even considered fighting him was because he is being a massive dictator and not letting anyone put any new music on."

"You guys are arguing about music," you splutter in shock. They all stare at you slightly confused except for Nebula who had been lurking in the shadows throughout the whole quarrel with a smirk on her features.

"Music is the medicine for our souls, the power for our lives, the motivation for our next fight," gasps Mantis, her big eyes seeming to widen even further.

"What she said, but less weird," says Quill. "It's our groove."

"And I just wanted to bring our groove to the 21st century," murmurs Rocket whilst making air quotes around the word 'groove'

"Our groove is fine!" Quill yells back clearly flustered.

"Quill, I have a proposal, it should make everyone happy" Thor begins rather diplomatically. "We keep all the old songs but we add 7 more, 1 for each of us, would that be okay? Captain."

He contemplates the idea for a few seconds before reluctantly nodding his head in agreement. "That would be okay...I mean as your Captain I agree to Thor's terms!"

You note that his voice had gone slightly lower and he was puffing out his chest rather awkwardly.

Everyone on board rushes over to the little iPod docked into the main console, even Nebula looks excited. In the next hour you hear almost every major hit from the past 3 decades play through the Benatar's speakers. They all were taking their time to carefully choose each song:

Mantis - Tragedy (Steps)

Drax - Beat it (Michael Jackson)

Groot - I bet you look good on the dance floor (Arctic Monkeys)

Rocket - I gotta feeling (Black eyed Peas)

Thor - Wonderwall (Oasis)

Star-Lord - Uptown Funk (Bruno Mars)

And surprisingly Nebula - I wanna dance with somebody (Whitney Houston)

After listening to their new playlist they all grinned with delight, you could feel the joy in the air and it was making you giddy. Quill was especially happy and didn't seem to regret 'his' decision one bit. Glancing down at your watch you realise its 9:50 - you should really start heading to the main building.

Trying to raise your voice over the loud music; you yell, "Excuse me, I think we should maybe start going."

No takes any notice - its Sam and Bucky all over again. Shrugging your shoulders you start walking towards the meeting hall. It's their choice if they want to get yelled at by Rhodey again. You were looking forward to your second meeting with the Avengers, well that was a lie: you could hardly contain your delight.