NOVA HEADQUARTERS

The five of you are dragged from the place where the battle over the orb went down. You silently curse yourself for turning against Peter, but your loyalty has to lie with Gamora. Peter Quill is merely a man you met earlier today who can easily seduce you and get you flustered, obviously, it's easy to get trapped. However, Gamora is your sister and the plan has always been to remain by her side. You just hope the altercation over the orb doesn't change the way Peter views you. Catching a glance at him being berated by the Nova Corp officers, you still can't help but feel a pang of guilt. The Nova Corp officers proceed to put all of you in handcuffs and take you to the headquarters in their ships. The handcuffs feel tight and uncomfortable, suffocating your wrists. As the criminals involved in the fight line up, you itch to get out of them. Thankfully, they are removed so Corpsman Dey can present you individually to Denarian Saal.

The first person up is Gamora. Dey gives her an introduction. "Gamora. Surgically modified and trained as a living weapon. The adopted daughter of the Mad Titan, Thanos. Recently, Thanos lent her and her sister Nebula out to Ronan, which leads us to believe that Thanos and Ronan are working together," he states before moving her along.

The second victim in line is the raccoon whose name you soon discover is Rocket. "Subject 89P13. Calls itself Rocket. The result of illegal genetic and cybernetic experiments on a lower life form," Dey says agitatedly before moving him along as well.

The walking tree, you learn, is called Groot. He steps up next and you giggle at Saal's reaction. "What the hell?" he asks in disgust.

Dey introduces him to Saal, not really phased at the living tree that stands before him. "They call it Groot. A humanoid plant that's been traveling recently as 89P13's personal houseplant slash muscle."

You get pushed up after Groot and stand there nervously. What are they going to say about you? You take a quick glance at Peter who doesn't seem to be listening to the officers. Dey looks at you as you try your best to appear careless and threatening. "Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, a petty thief from Terra. She was taken as a child by the Mad Titan, Thanos, and raised alongside Gamora. Could also be working for Ronan," Dey recites, passing you along after providing your brief backstory. You groan at his words, hating to be seen as someone who was raised by Thanos. Thanos did not raise you, he trained you to be a fighter that worked for him. You ignored all of his speeches about imbalance and promised to never become a killer. Your loving family raised you, and Thanos is the man who took you away from your home.

Lastly, Peter steps up in front of Dey and Saal. "Peter Jason Quill, also from Terra. Raised from youth by a band of mercenaries called the Ravagers, led by Yondu Udonta."

As Dey spoke, Peter pretended to turn a crank that slowly raised his middle finger. You lightly chuckle as he flips them off. He puts a hand to his chest and pretends to be surprised by his own actions. "Oh, I'm sorry," he remarks. "I didn't know how this machine worked." You continue to laugh at his arrogance and he shoots you a wink. Why do you find him so attractive?

Saal gives him a repulsed look. "What a bunch of a-holes," he judges, earning a sneer from Dey. "Transport all four to the Kyln."

THE KYLN

Handcuffed once again, more Nova Corp officers haul you through the hallways of the Kyln. The place is a highly guarded facility and security seems to be everywhere. Not at all intimidated, Rocket speaks to Peter in a chill manner. "I guess most of Nova Corps wanna uphold the laws, but these ones here, they're corrupt and cruel. But, hey, that's not my problem. I ain't gonna be here long. I've escaped twenty-two prisons, this one's no different. You're lucky these broads showed up because otherwise, me and Groot would be collecting that bounty right now, and you'd be getting drawn and quartered by Yondu and those ravagers."

Rocket's confidence and uplifting sense of humor shock you. The Nova Corp may be pretty fucking serious but so is Rocket. A raccoon managed to not only get thrown into twenty-two prisons, but he escaped every single on as well. You admire how often he and Groot must be causing trouble to gain that kind of reputation. But, if they are planning on turning Peter in to collect a high reward, he must be causing trouble just as much trouble. You sigh, knowing that you're all really just a bunch of criminals, finally receiving consequences for your crimes.

"I've had a lot of folks try to kill me over the years. I ain't about to be brought down by a tree and a talking raccoon," Peter replies to Rocket.

Perplexed, he scrunches up his nose. You're all stopped by an officer and told to hold. "What's a raccoon?" he mumbles.

"Are you kidding?" you ask.

"What's a raccoon?" Peter mocks. "It's what you are, stupid."

"Ain't no thing like me, except me," Rocket declares, pointing to himself with a strong reassurance.

You scoff, glancing down at the being. "Damn right."

"So, this orb has a real shiny blue suitcase, Ark of the Covenant, Maltese Falcon sort of vibe...what is it?" Peter inquiries Gamora.

"I am Groot," the tree announces out of nowhere. Startled, you look back at him as Peter does the same.

He faces forward again, neglecting Groot. "So what? What's the orb?" he questions.

"I have no words for an honorless thief," Gamora hisses. Your heart sinks a little at her words. You like Peter, thief and all, and you want your sister to like him too. What happened to her support from earlier?

"Gamora..." you mutter, catching her attention. "I'm an honorless thief."

"I think you have honor," Gamora responds truthfully. "Quill is different."

Rocket snorts at her remark. "Pretty high and mighty coming from the lackey of a genocidal maniac. You and Y/N come from the same background yet you don't see her giving us shit," he retorts. Both of you glance at him, eyes widened in surprise. "Yeah, I know who the two of you are. Anyone who's anyone knows who you two are."

"Yeah, we know who you are," Peter chirps before leaning into you. "What his he talking about?" he whispers kindly. You shake your head at him. Now is not the time to get into that discussion.

"I am Groot," Groot verbalizes, taking away your opportunity to answer Peter's question.

"Yeah, you said that," Peter spits, annoyed with the repetition.

"I wasn't retrieving the orb for Ronan, I was betraying him. I had an agreement to sell it to a third party. Y/N has been helping me," Gamora mentions. Your efforts to cover up the fact that you can be associated with Thanos and Ronan are now pointless. You seize up, knowing you're going to be bombarded with questions.

"Hold on just a second, you're working for Ronan too?" Rocket demands.

You let out a deep sigh. "No. There is no fucking way I would work for Ronan. Thanos abducted me from Terra and took me from my family. I escaped a few years later. Now I am helping Gamora go against him, finally giving him what he deserves."

Peter has been awfully silent, making you squirm a bit. What did he think of you now? Maybe he didn't even know who Thanos was. Breaking the silence, Groot repeats another "I am Groot."

Peter groans loudly. There he is. "Well, that's just as fascinating as the first eighty-nine times you told me that. What is wrong with giving tree, here?"

"Well, he don't know talking good like me and you. So his vocabulistics is limited to 'I' and 'am' and 'Groot'. Exclusively in that order," Rocket defends his friend.

"I tell you what, that's gonna wear real thin, real fast," he answers, still distraught.

The five of you hear faint music coming from the open bars beside you. You instantly recognize the song: "Hooked on a Feeling" by Blue Swede. It only catches the attention of you and Peter, who finds the source. A hideous, blue man has Peter's headphones on while the walkman is playing. The corners of your mouth quirk up a bit knowing that the iconic song is on one of your tapes too.

"Good song," you mutter, unbothered by the situation.

"Uh, great song." Peter is not at all amused as he turns to glare at you. "It's a great song meant for folks with good taste to listen to and not for these idiots to steal from my walkman!"

Noticing how worked up Peter is getting, you retrace his thought process. He's right. Regardless of the fact you're prisoners, the guards shouldn't be messing with your stuff like that. You instantaneously scour the area for your own walkman to find another blue creature who appears similar to the other guard, messing around with yours. It doesn't go unnoticed by Peter.

"Hey, put those away," he grunts at the two guards who share a look between each other. Peter sneaks into the closing gates as they shut harshly behind him. "Hey! Listen to me you big, blue bastards. Take those headphones off. That's mine and that one is hers. Those belong to impound." He points aggressively to the walkman that is now being placed on the table by the guard. "That tape and that player is mine!" He shouts in anger, falling to his knees. The guard hovers over him now and pulls a stick from his side. He pokes Peter with it who gets electrocuted, but he only struggles for a mere second.

"Hey! Stop!" you cry angrily, reaching to grab onto the bars of the closed gate. You're unable to with your hands handcuffed behind your back, so you struggle against them.

Not letting go, Peter yells again. "Hooked on a Feeling, Blue Swede, 1973. That song belongs to me!" The guard is not having it with him, so this time he drives the stick into Peter's gut, who slumps over as he shakes with electricity.

You whimper at the sight of him unconscious on the ground. His mother gave him that walkman, so you understand his defensiveness. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" you shout, pushing yourself up against the bars. The guards standing behind you nudge you forward, and the situation is lost.

Eventually, Peter comes to, and they take your group to the showers. An outraged Peter creates a thick tension between all of you as they strip you down and spray you with an orange liquid. Unable to control yourself, you peek at Peter. You admire his toned chest as he stands there in nothing but gray briefs. He trudges toward the guards as they shove him back towards the wall and cover him with the orange liquid. He is taken aback and unable to fight against the strong current. Once it stops, Peter is heaving, his muscles tight with rage. You're practically quivering.

Nonchalantly, the two of you watch one another get stripped in the showers. The glances have the sexual tension of a forbidden love in a victorian romance novel. You try to act modest and cover yourself up a bit, standing before Peter and the guards in nothing but a bra that pushes up your breasts enough to show cleavage and a pair of thin, lace panties that certainly don't cover your ass. Peter's eyes glance over every inch of your exposed body. He outlines your curves with his stare and imagines running his rough hands gently across your skin to feel you and to tease you. He wants to know what you look like falling apart beneath him as he dominates you, giving and receiving pleasure in a way neither of you has felt before.

You notice Peter's tension grow stronger as he tightens his fists, and the more his eyes darken, the more you show off. The modesty subsides and a newfound confidence consumes you as his sensual gaze rakes over your body again and again. Both of you wish to be alone like this, the sexual tension so thick it could be cut with a knife. You're absolutely perfect to him. You are stunningly beautiful in every way and he wants to call out to you right now, amidst the orange liquid flying everywhere, and tell you how badly he wants you. He wants to see it all and feel it all. You can pretend as if you don't feel the same, but your thoughts are just as dirty as his right now.

As Peter's mind wanders to images of the two of you naked and alone in his sleeping quarters, he can feel himself growing hard in his briefs. The sight of you drenched after being washed off, looking at him with innocent yet lustful eyes makes his situation worse. His briefs tighten the more he stares at you and he tries to discreetly adjust himself but he knows he is failing. His failed attempt is confirmed when you glance down at his hard cock. You gulp at the size of his bulge and Peter nearly loses his mind. How could you make him go so crazy?

You stand in front of Peter, half-naked, orange liquid dripping off of your body as you intensify the eye contact. The situation in Peter's briefs and the deep shade of crimson that rises to his cheeks gives you an even bigger boost of confidence. You lift your shoulders and puff out your chest as you strut past him, swaying your hips as you walk away. This leaves Peter with Groot and Rocket while you and Gamora are taken to a different changing section. On your way out of the showers, you glance back to discover Peter can't take his eyes off of you.

You don't want him to.