[Gamora stops their fighing.]
["The most important thing now is that the Ravagers' army is willing to help us save Xandar!"]
[Rocket shrugs this off, "So we give the gem to Yondu so he can sell it to soone worse?"]
[Star-Lord certainly knows that the Infinity Stones cannot be given to Yondu, but there is no other way at the mont. "We will talk about this later!"]
["Stopping Ronan is the top priority!"]
[Rocket asked: "How do we do that?"]
[Star-Lord said: "I have a plan!"]
[Rocket turned around and asked again: "You've got a plan?"]
[Star-Lord nodded: "Yes!"]
[Rocket looked at Star-Lord and spread his hands, "First off! You're copying from when I said I had a plan!"]
[Star-Lord frowned, "No, I'm not! People say that all the ti! It's not that unique of a thing to say!"]
[Rocket crosses his arms, "Secondly, I don't believe you have a plan!"]
["I have… part of a plan!"]
[Drax asked: "What percentage of a plan do you have?"]
[Gamora imdiately pointed at him and said, "You don't get to ask questions after the nonsense you pulled on Knowhere!"]
[Drax was a little unconvinced, "I just saved Quill!"]
[Star-Lord looked at him helplessly, "We've already established that blowing up the ship I'm on is not saving !"]
[Drax asked: "When did we establish that?"]
[Star-Lord is about to collapse, and yells: "Like three seconds ago!"]
[Drax murmured in a low voice: "I wasn't listening. I was thinking about sothing else!"]
[Gamora was also annoyed by him.]
[Rocket pointed at him, "She's right! You don't get to talk!"]
[Then he looked at Star-Lord and repeated, "What percentage?"]
[Star-Lord shrugged, "I don't know! Twelve percent?"]
["Twelve percent?! Hahaha!" Rocket's eyes widened and he imdiately started laughing!]
[Star-Lord curled his lips, "That's a fake laugh!"]
["It's real!"]
["Totally fake!"]
["That is the most real, heartfelt laugh of my entire life! Because that is not a plan!"]
[Gamora also shook her head and said, "It's barely a concept."]
[Seeing Gamora also adding insult to injury, Star-Lord couldn't help but ask, "You're on my side?"]
[Rocket looks at Groot in surprise, "What did you say? 'Better than eleven percent?' What does that have to do with anything?"]
["Thank you! Groot! Thank you!" Star-Lord patted Groot on the shoulder, thanking him for speaking for him.]
["See! Groot's the only one of you who has a clue!"]
[As Star-Lord was talking, Groot saw a small leaf sprout from his shoulder and casually ate it.]
[Star-Lord couldn't help but pinch the bridge of his nose after seeing this. He couldn't bear to watch it anymore. What kind of teammates were these?]
["Guys! Co on! Yondu and the Ravagers are on their way! They'll want to hear this 'plan'!"]
["I need your help! I look around at us and you know what I see? Losers!"]
["I an, like, folks who have lost stuff! And we have, man, we have all lost stuff! Our hos! Our families! Normal lives!"]
["And usually, life takes more than it gives, but not today! Today, it's giving us a chance! To give a damn! For once!"]
[Drax whispered: "To do what?"]
[Star-Lord turned his head and looked at him seriously: "To not stand by while Ronan wipes out billions of innocent lives!"]
[Rocket's voice was a little low, "But Quill, stopping Ronan… it's impossible. You're asking us to die."]
[Star-Lord was silent after hearing this. He knew that he would be in danger of death if he tried to stop Ronan, but he just wanted to go.]
[He sighed slightly, "Yeah… I guess I am..."]
[He turned around and lowered his head, not knowing what to say.]
[Gamora raised her head, "Quill!"]
[Star-Lord slowly turns around.]
["I have lived most of my life surrounded by my enemies."]
[Gamora stood up, "I will be grateful to die among my friends."]
[With Gamora's support, Drax also stood up and said: "You are an honorable man, Quill. I will fight beside you. And in the end… I will see my wife and daughter again."]
[Groot stands up, "I am Groot."]
[Rocket stared at Groot blankly. As a fluent speaker of Groot's language, he naturally understood what he ant.]
[Everyone looked at Rocket, who was still sitting. He opened his mouth to say sothing, but in the end, he just sighed softly.]
[After sighing, he seed to let go of his reservations. "Ah, what the hell. I don't have that long a lifespan anyway."]
[After saying that, he also stood up. "Well, now I'm standing. Happy? We're all standing now. Bunch of jackasses, standing in a circle."]
[Listening to Rocket's venomous tongue, everyone couldn't help but crack a smile.]
"Twelve percent? See, he really is like you, Tony." Pepper, having finished her business, ca to stand behind his chair just in ti to hear Star-Lord's ager admission. She rembered a certain conversation about her own percentage of a company.
Tony just chuckled. "What can I say? The best ones are always improvising."
"They're a strange pair, those two," Steve comnted, a thoughtful look on his face. "Both shown with a history… but they seem to find people who believe in them when it counts."
"Hey! I'm right here, you know," Tony shot back with a mock glare, though his eyes softened when Pepper rested a hand on his shoulder.
A quiet sense of respect had settled over the room. The Guardians of the Galaxy were a chaotic, dysfunctional ss. But watching them, one by one, choose to stand up for a world that wasn't their own, for billions of people they would never et… it was a choice everyone in the room understood intimately. It was the choice to be a hero, no matter the odds.
Tony still couldn't figure out the science behind how Quill, a seemingly normal Terran, had held an Infinity Stone without instantly disintegrating. But one thing was undeniable: the man had courage. He had put his life on the line and inspired a group of misfits to do the sa. Maybe, Tony thought, that was a kind of power all its own.
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