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With their destination known after so explaining from Gamora, Rocket ran off to set the coordinates and fly to his next big payday as quickly as possible.
"How long until we get there?" Peter asks as everyone started separating to either sleep or do what they would normally do.
"Let see..." Rocket humd as he took a seat in the cockpit and started hitting random buttons and switches. "...About six hours, but I can cut that down to four or five."
Anyone could see that Rocket was in a hell of a hurry.
After all, this is his biggest payout yet.
If the collector actually pays them without any sort of trickery, each mber of the Guardians would make over 600 million units each.
The money-grubbing raccoon's eyes practically flashed with money signs as he pushed the ship into overdrive.
"Alright, I'm going to take a nap." Peter says as he walked off to his bedroom. "Don't get everyone killed while I'm gone!"
"Yeah, whatever..." Rocket muttered uncaringly.
*Beep Beep Beep...*
Suddenly, just as Peter left, an incoming transmission wrung in the cockpit.
Looking toward the monitor, rocket frowned as he saw the Nova Corps insignia on the caller ID.
"Nope." He refused flatly and swiftly declined the call.
Rocket went even further to block whoever was calling when they ended up trying a second ti.
"Rocket?! Did soone call?" Quill asks as he ran over.
"Nah."
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"F*ck!" Irani Rael cursed as she failed to get in contact with the Guardians.
She was sending an army to Xanov in order to combat the Chitauri, but she wanted to hire the Guardians to accompany them.
After all, Spider-Man is a one-man army, so having him involved with this would all but guarantee victory.
And he would most likely be thrilled to join, as the Avengers already have bad blood with Thanos.
But sadly, the Guardians didn't answer her call.
Of course, she did get in contact with Jarvis, but she was told that Spider-Man wasn't reachable at the mont.
'Most likely because he isn't on the planet...' she thought in frustration. 'Right when I need him, he disappears...'
"Ma'am, the ships are ready to go." A well-dressed Nova Soldier informs her.
"Send them out." Irani reluctantly orders.
Without Spider-Man, the fight would be harder, but she couldn't hold off any longer.
"Yes, Ma'am!"
...
Soon enough, Irani watched from her office balcony, as the sky over the city was filled with large Nova warships.
"..." She looked on solemnly as they all rushed off into space, headed for war.
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-Xanov-
In the burnt and destroyed city of Veirus, Proxima Midnight stood over a disheveled and heavily injured orange-skinned man in a Nova Corps uniform.
The beautiful city that once matched the Capital city of Xandar was nothing but a graveyard now. If Peter and the Guardians were shown an image of the wreckage, they wouldn't recognize it whatsoever.
"Now, tell what I want, or we'll spread from this city to the rest of your world, bringing nothing but death and destruction in our wake." Proxima glared down at the dying Commander with a predatory look in her eyes.
"..." The Nova Commander was silent for a mont as he battled within himself, though soon enough one side won. "T-They ca to do a job for us, but they left about 10 hours before you arrived. That's all I know, I swear."
"What a pity..." she mutters in distaste as the spear jutted forward, piercing the commander's neck. "What a waste of ti."
"Oh, I wouldn't say that..." Corvus appeared behind his wife as she flicked her spear, throwing the commander's corpse aside like trash.
"What is it?" She asks hopefully.
"Take a look at this." Corvus hold up a tablet, which showed the security footage from the Nova Corps Headquarters.
"What about it?" Proxima asks as she watched the Guardians walking through the halls together.
"That's right, you weren't there when Father learned that his newest lackey was dead." Corvus nods in understanding as he pauses the image and zooms in on Peter. "This is the man that killed Ronan the Accuser and challenged our father."
As she heard this, a big almost horrific smile blood on Proxima's face.
"Good, killing him would please our father very much!" Bloodlust emanated from Proxima's entire being.
"We should call father and let him know-"
"No!" Proxima hurriedly cuts him off. "Imagine the surprise on his face when we bring him his latest enemy on a silver platter."
Corvus remains silent as Proxima started daydreaming about the smile that would grace her 'loving' father's lips.
"Let's hurry, we need to find them!" Proxima rushes off toward the ship, leaving her husband behind.
"..." Corvus stood among the ruins of Veirus in uncertainty.
As much as he loves his wife, she tends to think irrationally when it ca to their father.
After a mont of thought, Corvus opted to ignore his wife's words and secretly send a ssage to his father.
Once the brief but informative ssage was sent, Corvus walked back to his ship while pouring over all of the data he stole from the Nova Corps.
"There we go..." Corvus muttered as he found the make, model, and registration number of the ship that the Guardians left in.
"Hurry up, my love!" Proxima yelled impatiently from the large hangar door of their ship.
"Yes, dear."
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-Earth-
In his large and ssy workshop, Tony Stark could be seen wielding a blow torch with an Iron Man style welding helt.
In front of him was a large machine of his making, which would hopefully be capable of producing nano-bots, which he would use for many things, like Biodicine, Environntalism, food production, etc.
Although all of that was great, Tony was far more excited about the nano-version of his Iron Man suit.
A full Iron Man suit that would cover his body at a mont's notice.
Never again would he have to carry around a suitcase or call for a delivery when a situation occurred.
Truly the pinnacle of technology.
'Once it's done, I can program the Nano bots to etch the armor pieces in those runes...' Tony thought as he peeked over at the tall stacks of books that Peter gave him.
Tony had the distinct urge to cackle like a mad scientist as he thought of the unlimited applications, but...
"Sir, there's a situation." Jarvis spoke from the speakers in the room.
"What is it?" Tony asks as he switches off his blow torch and pulls up his mask.
"The Nova Corps called..." Jarvis reveals as he explains the conversation that he just had with the Nova Pri.
"That little sh*t went off to have to play in space and left here..." Tony complained as he tossed his torch and mask aside.
"It would seem so, sir." Jarvis didn't agree with his master's language, but he was correct.
Thinking to himself for a mont, Tony clicked his tongue as he donned his welder's helt once again and grasped his torch.
"Prepare one of the Kree ships." He ordered as he lit his torch and got back to work. "We're heading out once my new Armor is finished."
Tony wouldn't miss out on alien wars and other adventures for much longer.
In fact, he might even make his own if he can't find Peter.
"Yes, sir." Jarvis replied readily.
'Maybe I'll invite Rhodes and Pepper...' Tony thought as he peeked over at all of the other Iron Man Models he made, which were locked up behind glass cases. 'Rhodes did seem like he wanted his own suit...'
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After a nice nap, Peter woke up and used the bathroom before donning his suit and leaving his room.
As soon as the automatic door swung open, Peter was forced to step aside as Rocket, Quill, and Groot ca tumbling through with surprised looks on their faces.
"What are you doing?" Peter asks as they hit the floor and looked up at him, like children who were caught red-handed with their hands in the cookie jar.
"They were trying to sneak in and peek under your mask while you slept." Gamora snitched on them from the hall.
"Hey! You wanted to see it too." Quill counters with a betrayed look on his face.
Of course, Gamora knew better than to confirm anything and simply kept quiet.
"Yeah, you lying witch!" Rocket yells as he picks himself up and looks at Peter curiously. "Just show us already. It can't be that bad. and Groot don't got anything against ugly. Just look at Quill."
"Hey! I'm handso." Quill protests.
"Whatever you say..." Rocket says unbelievably.
Before a fight could break out in his room, Peter threw them all out one by one.
"Hey, watch the fur!" Rocket yelled as he flew out last and landed in Groots waiting arms.
"Are we there yet?" Peter asks as he follows them out and walked to the cockpit.
Everyone instantly sighed in disappointnt as Peter changed the subject completely, unwilling to show what's under his mask.
...
Arriving at the cockpit, Peter caught sight of a cloudy space illuminated by bright green and blue colored gases.
And in the center of it all was a giant severed head.
"Freaky, right?" Quill asks as he and everyone else joined Peter in the cockpit.
"Is that a head?" Peter pretended to be clueless. 'It's hard to believe that was a Celestial, though it's even weirder that people live inside of it...'
Oddly enough, the giant head reminded Peter of the journey he went on before eting the Great Weaver for the first ti.
At that ti, Peter witnessed two colossal figure fighting on a dying world. Every blow they landed on one another shook the planet worse than the strongest earthquake possibly could.
"They say it's the skull of a fallen god." Gamora briefly explained the lore behind it. "The man we're going to et mines the remains and sells them for a very high price."
"Eww, what kinda sick b*stards would buy that?" Rocket said in disgust.
"There's all sorts of crazies out there." Quill said in agreent.
"Whatever, let's just hurry up and land."
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