As the Guardians of the Galaxy flew through space, 'Rubberband Man' played through the speakers of the Milano. Peter danced and sang along. 

"Sing it, Drax!" He passed on to the muscular man with tattoos who sat below and in front of him. But Drax just stayed asleep. Gamora lip-synced the song in her seat about a metre beside Drax. Rocket yawned from his seat in the same row as Peter. 

"Why are we doing this again?" He asked. 

"It's a distress signal, Rocket. Someone could be dying." Gamora explained as if it was already known knowledge, which is was. 

"I get that. But why are we doing it?" He asked, bored. 

"'Cause we're nice." Peter said as he rolled his eyes. "And maybe whoever it is will give us a little cheddar cheese for out effort-" 

"Which isn't the point." (Y/N) quickly added from her standing position at the back of Milano without looking away from the buttons on the side of the ship. 

"Which isn't the point." Peter repeated. "I mean, if he doesn't pony up-" 

"We take his ship." Drax finished. 

"Exactly!" Rocket agreed. 

"B-b-b-b-bingo!" Peter exclaimed. 

"All right!" Rocket added. Gamora looked to Peter, annoyed. Peter waved his hand to show he wasn't being serious. Although part of him was. 

"We are arriving." Mantis noted. 

"All right, Guardians, don't forget this might be dangerous so let's put on our mean faces." Peter reminded them. Groot, in the back whose seat sat in the same row as Mantis, rolled his eyes and continued to play his game, which looked like an old, vintage Nintendo Switch. "Groot, put that thing away, now. I don't wanna tell you again." The beeping continued. "Groot." 

"I am Groot!" Groot replied in a mocking way. Probably telling him to 'shut up' or 'fuck off'. The other guardians gasped. 

"Woah!" Peter replied. 

"Language!" Rocket scowled. 

"Wow." Drax gasped. 

"You got some acorns on you, kid." 

"Every since you got a little sap, you're a total d-hole." (Y/N) noted. Groot rolled his eyes at her. 

"Roll your eyes are her again, keep up with the attitude, and I'll smash that thing to pieces!" Rocket exclaimed as he pointed back to the teenage-tree. The ship sped up a little before is slowed down completely. Bodies floated through space and around the Milano. 

"What happened?" Mantis asked, obviously not expecting an answer. 

"Oh my god." Peter whispered at the horrific sight. 

"Looks like we're not getting paid." Rocket said. (Y/N) firmly hit him on the back of the head after she walked further to the front of the Milano to get a better look. The hit wasn't hard another to hurt Rocket but sharp enough to give him a shock. A body then slammed on to the front window of the ship, causing them all to yell. "Wipers! Wipers! Get it off!" Rocket exclaimed as he wiped his hands through the air in disgust. The body on the front laid still for a bit before it opened its eyes. 

The guardians brought it in and laid it on the counter. Although, it was more of a him than an it. 

"How the hell is this dude still alive." Peter asked. 

"He is not a dude. You're a dude. This... this is a man. A handsome, muscular man." 

"I'm muscular." Peter scoffed. 

"But who are you kidding, Quill. You're one sandwich away from fat." Rocket explained. 

"Yeah, right." Peter scoffed again, not believing him. 

"It's true, Quill. You have put on weight." Drax agreed. 

"What?" Peter asked, offended. Drax pointed to his mouth then to his stomach and made gestures of a growing abdomen. "Gamora, do you think I'm..." Peter looked over to the green woman as she just continued to observe the man they just saved. 

"He is anxious, angry." Mantis noted about the unconscious man. "He feels tremendous loss and guilt." 

"It's like a pirate had a baby with an angel." Gamora explained the mans appearance as she looked at his biceps. 

"Wow. This is a real wake-up call for me. Okay. I'm gonna get a Bowflex. I'm gonna commit. I'm gonna get some dumbbells." 

"You know you can't eat dumbbells, right?" (Y/N) added to the fun. Rocket snickered at his girlfriend's comment. 

"It's like his muscles are made of Cotati metal fibres." Gamora observed as she held the mans arm. 

"Stop massaging his muscles." Peter said defensively. Gamora dropped the man's arm carelessly. 

"Wake him up." Peter told Mantis. Mantis placed his hand on the unconscious man's head. 

"Wake." Mantis said softly. The man jumped off the table with a gasp and slowly faced the guardians. They all held their weapons and pointed them at him. 

"Who the hell are you guys?" He asked lowly. 

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"The entire time I knew Thanos, he only ever had one goal. To bring balance to the universe by wiping out half of all life. He used to kill people planet by planet, massacre by massacre. Including my own. If he gets all six Infinity Stones he can do it with the snap of his fingers like this." Gamora explained as she demonstrated by snapping her fingers. 

"You seem to know a great deal about Thanos." The man, whose name is Thor, interrupted. 

"Gamora is the daughter of Thanos." Drax explained. 

"Your father killed my brother." Thor added before he stood up and walked over to Gamora. 

"Oh, boy." Peter groaned. "Stepfather, technically. And she hates him as much as you do." Thor stood in front of Gamora and stared at her for a couple seconds. 

"Families can be tough." He admitted with a hand on her shoulder. "Before my father died, he told me that I had a half-sister that he imprisoned in Hel (fun fact: I just found out that 'Hel' is Helheim. Thanks, God of War 4). And then she returned home and stabbed me in the eye. So I had to kill her. That's life though, isn't it, I guess. Goes round and round and... I feel your pain." 

"I feel your pain as well, because..." Peter interrupted. "I mean, it's not a competition, but I've been through a lot. My father killed my mother-" Thor slurped his soup while Peter spoke. "-And then I had to kill my father. That was hard." 

Rocket and (Y/N) rolled their eyes. Clearly, Peter had forgotten everyone in the ship had gone through something traumatic. Not to mention both Rocket and (Y/N) had been experimented on a lot of their. 

"Probably even harder than having to kill a sister. Plus, I came out with both my eyes, which was-" 

"I need a hammer, not a spoon." Thor said to himself before he walked to the back of the ship and looked around. "How do I open this thing? Is there some sort of... A four-digit code, maybe? Maybe a birthdate." 

"Uh, what are you doing?" Rocket asked. 

"Taking your pod." Thor explained. 

"No, you're not." Peter ordered as he purposely made his voice deeper, while also putting on a slight accent. "You will not be taking our pod... today, sir."

"Uh... Quill, are you making your voice deeper?" Rocket asked, stating the obvious. 

"...No." 

"You are." Drax agreed. "You're imitating the god-man. It's weird."

"No I'm not." 

"He just did it again!" Mantis pointed and gasped. 

"Quill, just... just stop." (Y/N) said as he put a hand to her forehead. 

"This is my voice." Quill said before Thor stomped down next to him. 

"Are you mocking me?" He asked. 

"Are you mocking me?" Peter repeated. 

"Stop it. You did it again."

"...He's trying to copy me." 

"I need you to stop doing that." 

"Enough!" Gamora yelled. 

"He's doing it first." Thor continued. 

"We need to stop Thanos. Which means we need to find out where he's going next."