Vol. 8
His fear for Gamora’s safety grew as they made it into the cafeteria. People throwing food and screaming at her, looking over Peter completely. Gamora took the abuse without so much as a flinch, walking as if nothing was happening at all, saying vaguely eerie things about what ‘the future holds’. It didn’t dissuade the growing uncertainty Peter was feeling.
He turned back to look where he was walking. Trying to shake himself out of the haze, of both emotion and drugs, and was met with a huge alien staring him down. Peter had met this type of alien before. Strong, tough, bitter. Hard to take down, harder to eat. The guy chuckled (He wouldn’t be chuckling if he knew that Peter was thinking of ways to tenderize him), running a hand down Peter’s face and catching a finger on the strap of the muzzle.
He pulled it.
Peter tried to flinch, grab the hand, say something. React. All he managed to do was stumble and nearly fall, the world swirling as he lost his sense of up and down.
“Looks like the cannibals been tamed-” Before he could finish his sentence, and before Peter finally lost his failing footing, a line of tree branches reached past him. Both stabilizing Peter and digging into the alien's nose. Pulling the man off the ground and into the air, him screaming the whole time.
Rocket sauntered in front the display. Arrogant and without even a modicum of doubt, started proclaiming to the prison who exactly was in charge. Ending it with the alien falling to the ground, blood flowing out of his nose and crying. They stepped by him once they were finished, continuing to their cell like nothing had happened.
Peter followed them, stepping over the guy as he went. Memorizing his face for a moment. The second the muzzle was off, this was the person he was going after first. Tough flesh or not.
Turns out the cells in this place were equally inhumane, a giant shared room where everyone slept together in a huddle on the floor. Peter couldn’t bring himself to care, he was feeling tired. More tired than he felt in a long time. The drug sapped away all of his energy just as it formed, while it simultaneously kept him from getting what made the energy in the first place. So Peter just plopped down and went to sleep.