"Captain, the shot was non-damaging." One of the crew says as they reach the cockpit.
"Attention, idiots." Rocket's voice comes over the speakers. "The lunatic on top of this craft is holding a Hadron Enforcer. It's a weapon of my own design."
"What the hell?" Yondu says.
"If you don't hand over our companions now, he's gonna tear your ship a new one. A very big new one!" He continues.
"I ain't buyin' it." He tells them.
"I'm giving you to the count of five. 5, 4, 3..." He begins counting down. Peter pushes past to grab the comms.
"Rocket, it's me, for God's sake. We figured it out! We're fine!" He says.
"Oh, hey, Quill. What's going on?" Rocket asks. Seraphina rolls her eyes, annoyed but thankful that they had their backs.
***
"You call that 'figured it out?' We're gonna rob the guys who just beat us senseless." Rocket says.
"Oh, you want to talk about senseless? How about trying to save us by blowing us up?" Peter asks.
"We were only gonna blow you up if they didn't turn you over!" He exclaims.
"And how on earth were they gonna turn us over when you only gave them a count of five?" He replies.
"We didn't have time to work out the minutiae of the plan. This is what we get for acting altruistically." Rocket scoffs.
"I am Groot." He adds.
"They are ungrateful." He agrees.
"You both have excellent points but let's focus on the real problem here." Seraphina suggests.
"Yes. What's important now is we get the Ravagers' army to help us save Xandar." Gamora adds.
"So we can give the Stone to Yondu, who's just gonna sell it to somebody even worse?" Rocket asks.
"We'll figure that part out later." Peter says.
"We have to stop Ronan." Gamora tells them. Seraphina nods in agreement.
"How?" Rocket asks.
"I have a plan." He replies.
"You've got a plan?" He repeats.
"Yes." Peter agrees.
"First of all, you're copying me from when I said I had a plan." He says.
"No, I'm not. People say that all the time. It's not that unique of a thing to say." He argues.
"Secondly, I don't even believe you have a plan." Rocket continues.
"I have part of a plan!" He exclaims.
"What percentage of a plan do you have?" Drax asks.
"You don't get to ask questions after the nonsense you pulled on Knowhere." Gamora tells him. Seraphina elbows her sister to silently scold her, who rolls her eyes.
"I just saved Quill and your sister." He protests.
"We've already established that you destroying the ship that we're on is not saving us." Peter says.
"When did we establish it?" He asks.
"You've got to be kidding me." Seraphina mutters as she begins pacing, massaging her temples.
"Like three seconds ago!" He scoffs.
"I wasn't listening. I was thinking of something else." Drax says. Gamora groans and joins her sister.
"She's right. You don't get an opinion." Rocket agrees. "What percentage?"
"I don't know. Twelve percent." Peter answers.
"Twelve percent?" He repeats. He throws his head back as he laughs.
"That's a fake laugh." He says.
"It's real!" Rocket replies.
"Totally fake." He repeats.
"That is the most real, authentic, hysterical laugh of my entire life because that is not a plan." He says. Peter looks to Seraphina, but she shakes her head.
"Twelve percent, Peter? That's not a plan." She tells him.
"You're taking their side?" He asks.
"I am Groot." He interrupts.
"So what, it's better than eleven percent? What the hell does that have to do with anything?" Rocket asks.
"Thank you, Groot. Thank you." Peter tells him, patting his shoulder. Groot notices a leaf on his shoulder and begins trying to bite it off. "See? Groot's the only one of you who has a clue." He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose when he notices Groot. Rocket scoffs. "Guys. Come on. Yondu is gonna be here in two seconds. He expects to hear this big plan of ours. I need your help. I look around at us. You know what I see? Losers."
"Peter!" Seraphina scoffs, stopping her pacing to glare at him.
"I mean, like, folks who have lost stuff. And we have. Man, we have. All of us. Our homes, our families, normal lives. And, usually, life takes more than it gives. But not today. Today, it's given us something. It has given us a chance." He continues.
"To do what?" Drax asks.
"To give a shit. For once. Not run away. I, for one, am not gonna stand by and watch as Ronan wipes out billions of innocent lives." He says.
"But, Quill, stopping Ronan, it's impossible. You're asking us to die." Rocket tells him. He sighs.
"Yeah, I guess I am." He replies. He shakes his head and takes a few steps away, his back to the group."
"Quill." Gamora calls. She waits for him to turn before speaking again. "We have lived most of our lives surrounded by our enemies. We will be grateful to die among our friends." She says, standing and taking Seraphina's hand. The Angel nods at her sister and squeezes her hand, silently agreeing.
"You are an honorable man, Quill." Drax says as he stands with them. "I will fight beside you. And in the end, I will see my wife and daughter again."
"I am Groot." He adds as he stands too. The group turns to Rocket, the only one left sitting. He sighs.
"Oh, what the hell. I don't got that long a lifespan, anyway." He tells them as he stands on the crate he'd been sitting on. "Now I'm standing. Y'all happy? We're all standing up now. Bunch of jackasses, standing in a circle."
Seraphina chuckles, patting his shoulder.
***
Peter, Gamora and Seraphina explain the plan to the Ravagers after changing into their new suits. When they finish, Rocket joins them.
"There's one more thing we need to complete the plan. That guy's eye." He announces, pointing to the Ravager on his left.
"No! No, we don't. No, we don't need that guy's eye." Peter protests.
"No, seriously, I need it! It's important to me." He replies, giggling. Seraphina rolls her eyes before nudging him forward, away from the man.
"What's everyone standing around for? Move!" She says.
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The Angel of Death | Peter Quill
FanfictionSeraphina is the third daughter of Thanos, taken in after he slaughtered the rest of her species, commonly known across the galaxy as Angels. She was experimented on, just like her older sisters, and trained to be a great warrior. When Gamora tells...
