Dust was everywhere and as it slowly cleared, Groot stood up and saw Quill walk over to Rocket and (Y/N)'s ship. (Y/N) slowly sat up, feeling a little dizzy. Quill came over and saw Rocket unconscious. He first helped (Y/N) out then gently lifted Rocket out of the seat. They came together with Groot and Gamora, who dragged Drax closer to them. Parts of the ship crumbled around. The ship was getting closer and closer to Xandar's surface. Groot looked around before he stretched his vines and roots and soon they stared to wrap around the guardians. Rocket blinked a couple of times before he looked around at each of them. Groots vines held them safely. "No, Groot. You can't. You'll die. Why are you doing this?! Why..." Rocket asked. Groot gently touched Rocket and (Y/N)'s faces with one of his vines. Tears feel down both their faces. 

"Please..." (Y/N) pleaded. Groot smiled sadly at them. 

"We...Are...Groot..." He said before the ship crashed onto the ground. 

Soft music played from the stereo of the Milano. Which was ripped out of the ship without being destroyed. The guardians laid weakly on the ground, except Rocket and (Y/N), who sat next to some sticks that previously made up Groot. "I called him an idiot..." Rocket said sadly. (Y/N) could only place a hand on his back, as tears fell down her cheeks. Then they heard footsteps behind them. Along with scared gasps from the Xandarian crowd. They turned around and saw Ronan walk out of the broken ship. "You killed Groot!" Rocket yelled before he jumped up and ran towards Ronan. 

"Rocket!" (Y/N) yelled before Ronan used his staff, which contained the power stone, to force Rocket away from him. Rocket was blasted and hit the ground. 

"Behold!" Ronan yelled. "Your Guardians of the Galaxy! What fruit have they wrought? Only that my father and his father shall finally know vengeance. People of Xandar, the time has come to rejoice and renounce your paltry gods. Your salvation is at hand." Ronan raised his staff above his head and let out a battle call of a different language. 

"Ohh child, things are gonna get easier. Ohh child, things'll get brighter. Listen to these words." Peter said before he continued singing. "Ohh child, things are gonna get easier. Ohh child, things'll get brighter. Now bring it down hard!" He yelled before he started dancing. 

"What are you doing?" Ronan asked confused. 

"Dance off, bro! Me and you!" Peter said as he continued dancing again. "Gamora." He said as he reached out a hand towards Gamora, who shook her head. "Subtle. Take it back." He said before he danced...again. 

"What are you doing?!" Ronan asked more harshly. 

"I'm distracting you, you big turd blossom." Peter said with a smile. Ronan turned around and saw Rocket connect two wires, which activated the hadron enforcer, which Drax was holding. The gun hit the part of the staff of where the stone was. It exploded before Peter and Ronan both tried to grab the stone. 

"No!" Gamora yelled. Peter got the stone just before Ronan and fell to the ground. He screamed in agony as dark black and purple clouds surrounded him. He slowly stood up. "Peter! Take my hand!" Gamora yelled. Peter hesitated for a second before he reached out and joined hands with Gamora. She screamed in pain. The power of the stone flowed through them both. Drax stood next to Peter before he placed his hand on his shoulder. He cried out along side them. (Y/N) grabbed a hold of Drax's hand and screamed as the energy was shared over to her. Rocket reached out and held (Y/N) finger as he cried out. After a second, the power was shared among the five of them. They stood powerfully and faced Ronan. 

"You're mortal! ...How?!" Ronan asked in fear. 

"You said it yourself, bitch." Peter said. "We're the Guardians of the Galaxy." Ronan growled and began to step forward before Peter opened his hand and the power of the stone was forced onto Ronan. He was lifted into the air before he evaporated. Gamora slammed the sphere-shaped device on the stone in Peter's hand. The dark clouds slowly dispersed. They all breathed heavily. 

"Well, well, well." Someone said. The Guardians turned in the direction of the voice and saw Yondu. "Quite the light show. Ain't this sweet. But you got some business to attend to before all the nookie-nookie starts." He said as he stood next to Peter and Gamora. 

"Peter, you can't. Peter." Gamora pleaded. 

"You gotta reconsider this Yondu. I don't know who you're selling this to but the only way the universe can survive is if you give it to the Nova Corps." Peter explained. 

"I may be as pretty as an angel." Yondu said as he showed his arrow. "But I sure as hell ain't one. Hand it over, son." Peter hesitated but eventually handed the device over to Yondu. Yondu chuckled before he instructed his men to leave. He was about to walk away before Peter stopped him. 

"Yondu. Do not open that Orb. You know that, right? You've seen what it does to people." Yondu just smiled and left. "He's gonna be so pissed when he realises I switched out the Orb on him." Peter smiled. 

"He was gonna kill you, Peter." Gamora agreed. 

 "Oh, I know. But he has was about the only family I had." 

"No. He wasn't." Gamora smiled. Rocket sat on big rock and held one of Groot's sticks. (Y/N) sat next to him with one of her wings around him. He sobbed as he continued to hold the stick. Drax sat next to him on the other side, which made Rocket stop crying. He tried to stay strong but broke down in tears. Drax slowly raised his hand and pet Rocket's head. Rocket gasped a little before he let out a sigh and relaxed.