Forgotten Tales

You sit on a table with Drax beside you. You were eating your food –you know, that slimy green stuff- when you spot Rocket. He is sitting on a table next to Peter and Gamora. Rocket is talking to them, and it’s probably something secret because you can’t hear them. Well, you heared them whispering but you couldn’t hear what they said.
The big tree man walks away from Peter, Gamora and Rocket, in the direction of the big watch tower. The hell is he going to do?
And as if Drax read your minds he said, ‘’Why is that ‘Groot’ going to the watch tower?’’
‘’I don’t know…’’ you mumble ‘’’Groot’?’’ and you look at Drax.
‘’Oh, I heard that beast call him that way.’’ Drax replies while he eats more of him slimy food.
‘’Beast?’’ you ask and frown.
‘’Yea’’ Drax says and points with his head to Rocket ‘’Him’’
‘’He is no beast’’ you say a bit angry ‘’His name is Rocket’’
‘’Ha, okay’’ and Drax looks at you with narrowed eyes ‘’Didn’t know you cared much about names, but okay, I’m probably gonna forget it anyway.’’
‘’You didn’t do that with Groot.’’
‘’Whatever’’ sighs Drax, clearly irritated about where this conversation was going to ‘’What is it with you? Just because I said beast?’’
You open your mouth so say something, but Drax cut you off ‘’Nah, whatever, I don’t care, let’s just eat out food.’’
You slowly close your mouth and hum ‘’Yea’’ you say and turn to your food ‘’Food.’’ And you prick with your fork in the – already harden – food.

Suddenly, you hear some kind of ‘power off’ sound. The light flickers and becomes light green.
‘’The fuck…?’’ you hiss through your teeth and look around you. Groot has some kind of futuristic ‘box’ in his hand. He took it from the watch tower!
A loud alarm goes off that almost destroys your eardrums.
‘’By all Ronan hells, what sound is that!?’’ Drax shouts.
‘’I don’t know!’’ you shout back and cover your ears with your hands. You see the small flying machines surrounding Groot and pointing their guns at him.
‘’Prisoner, drop the de device and retreat to your cell or we will open fire.’’
Still with the machines flying around Groot, and the loud alarm damaging your eardrums more and more, you don’t notice that Drax is not next to you anymore and you fall with your knees on the ground.
You push with your hands on your ears, trying not to hear the loud alarm, but it goes through every tiny hole and reaches your eardrums. Hammering on them like a sledge-hammer and smashing them into a million pieces. You squeeze your eyes shut. Most prisoners don’t mind the loud alarm, but your ears are highly sensitive. One of the things they gave to you on the lab back on earth.
You pant deeply and feel the sweat dripping off of your forehead. You try to stand up, but you see that Groot is attacked by the flying machines.
‘’Oh no’’ you pant weakly and snap your neck ‘’Why am I doing this?’’
You take a deep breath and look at the machines ‘’Bitch I’m coming.’’ You run to the machines. You take a run- up and jump on one of the machines. It loses balance and flies, completely disorientated, through the air.
You feel the pounding against your temples and the pain in your ears, but you don’t stop.

You’re gonna show those bitches what you’re capable of.

You draw out a battle cry and smash your fist on the machine. Your smash was so hard that you have torn the device’s metal apart. It floats in the air for a few seconds and then falls to the ground.
‘’FUCK!’’ you scream and jump off of the machine. It lands behind you and causes a small dire explosion.
‘’Gotcha, bitch.’’ You grin devilish and look around you. You stand near Groot and see Rocket sitting on his shoulder.
‘’You idiot!’’ he shouts at Groot ‘’How am I supposed to fight without my stuff!?’’
‘’Fuck’’ you pant. He’s right. You need to get him a gun. A big gun. You look to the machines.
‘’Nice.’’
You jump on one of them. You want to smash it’s metal but you see that it’s thicker. ‘’Shit’’
‘’(Y/N)!!’’
You turn your head, still sitting on the machine, and see Drax behind you.
‘’USE THIS!’’ he yells and throws you a gun. Not a big one, but good enough. You point the gun to the machine’s metal and shoot without hesitation.
The machine wobbles in the air and you rip his machine gun off. You jump of the flying machine and land on the ground.
‘’ROCKET!’’ you yell. Rocket glances at you and his eyes begin to flicker ‘’HERE!’’ and you throw him the ripped off machine gun. You quickly sweep under one of the steel tables.

This was going to be nasty.

You hear Rocket shouting and the sound of a million shootings. It hurt like hell for your ears. You make your hands into fists and push your nails into your flesh, trying to stand all the pain and trying to make it go away by other pain.
Suddenly, the shooting stops ’’ROCKET!’’ you hear a female voice shout.
You crawl away from under the table and crack your neck and fingers. You look around you and see the broken flying machines spread all over the place.
‘’Move to the watch tower!’’ Rocket yells and walks –well, he sits on Groot’s shoulders and Groot is doing all the walking and stuff.
Rocket probably didn’t meant that you should go to the watch tower, but did you care? –no. They are escaping and you are definitely in.
You take a deep breath and concentrate on the watch tower. You breath slowly in and out and close your eyes for a minute.
You open them and bend your knees. You shout of strain and jump. You reach -easily- the watch tower and land on your feet.
‘’You here too?’’
You turn your face and see Rocket looking back at you. He pants.
‘’You bet I am’’ you smile wryly.
‘’C’mon’’ Rocket says and points with his head to the guard in the watch tower ‘’Let’s fuck him up.’’

You smirk and step inside the tower. The guard turns around. He looks terrified, and somehow, it makes you laugh from the inside. What a gigantic puss. He breath heavily and holds his arms up. Gamora pushes him softy away and walks to the control panel. Unlike Groot, who is holding him tightly with his roots and throwing him out of the window. You walk into the watch tower to the control panel. You look at the buttons.
‘’Spare me your foul gaze, woman!’’ Drax says angry.
‘’Why is this one here?’’ Gamora asks.
You roll your eyes and try to concentrate on the control panel. Stupid enough, you don’t get the time because your ears are attacked by shooting from the outside. The flying machines are shooting on the glass of the watch tower, again, smashing on your eardrums.
‘’Fuck’’ you pant slightly and cover your ears with your hands.
‘’What’s wrong!?’’ Rocket asks concerned when he sees your painful face.
‘’I-It’s the noise.’’ You groan.
‘’Come’’ Rocket says and covers his hands over your ears ‘’My hands are covered with fur. It will hold the noise from your ears.’’
You smile ‘’Thanks’’ and you concentrate on the control panels. Rocket was right, you almost don’t hear a thing.
Okay, so what now? The red button is for this, the yellow for that…. Aha!
You open the control panel and connect a few wires with each other. You close the control panel and click a few random buttons, just like you’ve seen the guard do.
‘’This… then that..’’ you mumble and don’t notice that Rocket had pulled his hands away from your ears.
‘’Do you even know what you’re doing!?” Peter yells in your ear. It feels like your eardrums explode and automatically your eyes are squeezed shut.
‘’Shut up! Don’t talk so loud!’’ Drax shouts to Peter and you cover your ears.
‘’What?’’ He asks not-understanding.
‘’JUST SHUT UP! LET ME DO MY FREAKING JOB, DUDE! TJEEZ…’’ you shout. Immediately everyone is quiet.
‘’Thank you’’ you murmur and click a few buttons. From the corners of your eye you see that Rocket is doing some things to on the control panel, but you don’t mind, he knows what he’s doing. He connects wires and push some buttons.
‘’Those are some big guns’’ Peter says nervously.
You hum and look through your eye lashes without moving your head to the glass window. There are indeed standing men outside with big guns in their hand.
‘’ON MY COMMAND!’’ one of them yells and the other men point their gun at the watch tower.
‘’NUMBER ONE!’’
A large fire blast hits the window and causes a large crack in it. Your eardrums explode and hurt like hell, but you know you have to continue. You feel the sweat dripping off of your fore head and your heart pounds in your chest.
‘’Rocket, that panel on the left!’’ you shout concentrated and a second fire blast hits the watch tower. You are almost shaken off of your feet, but you find grip on the control panel. You pant deeply and blink nervously with your eyes. You wipe away the sweat off your fore head and the scent of smoke fills your nose holes.
A third blast hits the tower. A huge crack is to be seen in the right window. You could give the glass a small push and it would break. ‘’Rocket, panel on your right green button now!’’
‘’AT THREE!’’ you shout and grab a few wires ‘’TWO’’
You look at Rocket ‘’ONE!’’
Rocket pushes the button and you connect the wires.
A small one-time alarm fills your ears, and for a moment, all the men outside look at each other. Come on, come on, work!
The men slowly drop their weapons, and instead of the weapons falling on the ground, they float in the air. The men slowly lift up, like some invisible hand lift them up in to the air.

‘’Yes!’’ you cheer and high five Rocket. He smiles at you, with his eyes saying ’We did it!’ You smile back ‘Yes we did, Rocket.’

‘’You turned off the artificial gravity’’ Gamora says slowly, beginning to understand why those men outside are floating ‘’Everywhere but in here.’’
Rocket pulls a toolbar and the upperpart of the tower loosens from the under part.
‘’(Y/n), call back those flying machines.’’ Rocket says while he continues to tick some buttons.
‘’Got it.’’ You reply and tick on the panel screen. You tick on the machine devices.
‘Destroy or call back?’ the computer asks. Wow, could you be more easier?
You tick the ‘call back’ button and immediately the flying machines head back to the tower ‘’Did it, Rocket.’’
‘’Nice’’ he whispers through his teeth and slowly pushes the toolbar. A shock wave goes through the flying tower part and you are pushed forward. You almost fall out of the window and hold on on the control panel. The others almost fall to, and try to get a grip on something.
‘’I told you we had a plan.’’ Rocket says, and one of the men from before hits the glass. Your face draws in a painful expression, auch, that probably hurt.
Rocket opens a big machine door and the flying watch tower part smashes against the wall. You almost fall on the ground and the towers knocks the other guards on the ground.
The tower stands still against the wall.
‘’That was a pretty good plan.’’ Peter swallows. Rocket nods and holds his arms up like ‘told ‘ya.’ And he looks at you. He smiles wryly and raises his eyebrows. You smirk back at him.
Peter kicks the left glass out of the window-frame with his foot. You duck and crawl out of the broken piece of watch tower.
He walks to a room, followed by you and the rest. ‘’Our stuff.’’ He says when he reaches a room with metal boxes.
You abruptly stop walking. Your stuff? Stuff that you haven’t seen for over five years?
You walk to a penal and tick in your metal box number. That number is written in your memory. You receive your metal box by the automatic metal penal and you place it on the ground. It’s heavy and you almost drop it on the ground. You open the cover and a scent comes free. Your scent before you came in this prisoner. You look at the stuff inside the metal box. Your clothes lay in them, perfectly folded. Next to your poisonous knife and necklace. You bite your lip and take the necklace carefully in your hands. You forget about the time and slowly put your necklace on. It was silver with a ruby in the middle. Your mom gave it to you when you were little, before you killed your stepdad. You carefully take your clothes in your hand and rub the fabric softly with your thumb.
‘’Are those the clothes?’’ Drax asks and lays a hand on your shoulder.
‘’Yea’’ you mumble and bring the clothes to your nose. You sniff their scent and smell your ‘earlier’ scent. Roses with a slight citron hint.
‘’Are you alright?’’ Drax asks concerned.
‘’Yea’’ you say slowly and get up on your feet ‘’Now I am’’ and you smile at Drax.
‘’There! Get my ship!’’ Peter yells and you hum. You grab the rest of your stuff out of the metal box and follow Rocket and Drax to the ship.

‘’There!’’ you shout and point at the ship that Peter pointed at. You press a random button on the ship and the door opens.
‘’Let’s get in.’’ Rocket suggests and walks the ship in. You follow.
Peter’s ship looked a lot like your ship when you had one. It had leather black brown seats and lights spread all over the place.
‘’I’m going to get changed’’ you say and walk to a door ‘’Don’t get in here.’’ And you open the door.
It was probably Peter’s sleeping chamber because there was a large bed inside. Apparently not just him, you thought.
You remove yourself of your prisoner-yellow- suit and put on your black latex suit. The fabric sits tight and you sigh ‘’Ugh, I gained weight.’’ But still, even if you had to say it yourself, your belly looked perfectly flat. And with the right propositions in your breasts and butt, you looked super badass.
You used this latex suit to kill your stepdad, so the police couldn’t trace you because of the fabric of your clothes. If you had worn woollen clothes they could have easily identify what you wore. But because this is latex and it’s almost untraceable, they could not find you via the fabric of your clothes.
You flip your hair over your shoulder and walk out of Peter’s chamber. You see Rocket sitting in the driver’s sit and Drax next to him, they wear their normal clothes. Gamora sits behind Drax, still wearing her yellow uniform.
‘’I ain’t waiting around for some homie with a death wish. You got the Orb, right?’’ Rocket asks Gamora.
‘’Yes.’’ Gamora replies and looks in the bag on her lap. She opens the bag, but because you can only see her back, you can’t see her facial expression.
‘’Crap’’ she pants and throws the bag away. She sighs.
‘’Are you kidding me!?’’ Rocket asks unbelievably ‘’HE HAS THE ORB!?’’ and he gives himself a hard face palm ‘’You’ve got to be joking….’’ He murmurs ‘’If we don’t leave now, we will be blown to bits!’’
‘’No!’’ Gamora shouts nervously ‘’We’re not leaving without the Orb!’’
You sigh and sit down on one of the seats. Gamora notices and turns her face at you. ‘’Hi’’ and she nods short.
‘’Hey’’ you reply –awkwardly- back. Drax and Rocket say nothing to you, they probably didn’t notice you.
‘’Behold’’ Drax says and looks out of the window.

Gamora and Drax open the ‘door’ of the ship. Peter crawls out of it and Drax and Gamora help him.
‘’This one shows spirit’’ Drax says while he helps Peter up ‘’He shall make a keen ally in the battle against Ronan.’’
Peter’s oxygen masks disappears and he gets the Orb out of his jack pocket .
‘’Companion, what were you retrieving?’’ Drax asks and Peter gives him a small tiny box. What is it? You walk closer to Drax and look to the thing in his hand. ‘’You’re an imbecile…’’ Drax mumbles unbelievably.

No. No fucking way.

‘’No way dude, is that real!?’’ you ask flabbergasted.
‘’You bet it’s real.’’ Peter widen his eyes and nods slowly
‘’wow’’ you whistle approving ‘’Sick’’
‘’Sick? Why is it sick? It can’t be sick, it’s just a device.’’ Drax asks confused.
‘’Just a metaphor, Drax. Just a metaphor.’’ You sigh.

Peter walks to the driver’s seat where Rocket sits in ‘’That’s normally my place.’’ He says.
‘’Whatever’’ Rocket replies and rolls his eyes. He jumps out of the driver’s seat and –for the first time since you changed your clothes- he sees you. His eyes widen for a second and then he nervously blinks. He looks away and walks to the table in the back of the ship. He begins to rip pieces of ship out of the wall. Peter doesn’t notices because his eyes are still fixed on the milky way –instead of road, it’s milky way-

You look at Rocket and see his tiny hands putting the pieces of ship back together in a whole different way and creating another device. His movements are quick and he knows what he is doing. Sexy.

Wow. No. You did not just think that. You did not think that Rocket was sexy.
Bitch, yes you did – Did not, mind. Fuck off.
You thought he was sexy –No not, he is a raccoon.
So? – So I cannot think that way.
Why?- Just… because he is a raccoon. He is no human.
So? – Can you just shut the hell up?
No. Walk to him. Talk to him. Flirt.

You think. Not a weird suggestion, mind. Okay, yes, it is weird, and even though you don’t want to, a part of you also wants.

Guess which part wins?