Nothing really to say. I suppose I should put in the obvious disclaimer that I don't own Guardians of the Galaxy or Marvel. Sadly.
Here's just a short little chapter, hope y'all enjoy :)
Prison scared Adria. Dying an unworthy death scared Adria. Leaving her drink unattended as she left for a bathroom break at a bar scared her. And this? This certainly scared her. Because never in her entire life of seeing strange things would she imagine being face to face with the strangest thing in the entire universe. That was how she would describe this pair of clowns. A man, probably in his thirties, holding some machine that made the music play, accompanied by a raccoon with a bazooka slung over his freaking shoulder. That's it. She had officially seen it all.
"What the hell is going on?" She asked with a shaky voice. She didn't want it to be shaky but that's not something one can control when they're scared to the bone and they're seeing the very things she was at the moment.
"Why don't you ask yourself that question, Princess?" The raccoon- yes, the freaking raccoon- answered, in a rather short tone. "Now c'mon, we ain't got all day here for the meet and greet."
She stood dumbfounded, jaw slack, hands hanging at her side. Her mind searched for the missing puzzle piece that she simply couldn't find. The nighttime sky was full of beautiful, sweeping collections of stars, bright enough a dim light in the darkness. "You can talk." She sputtered, although frankly she had already known this. "Holy shit you can talk."
He waved a furry little hand to dismiss her statement. "Yeah yeah, save it for the thank you card."
She suddenly focused her attention to the man.
He had skin almost of her color, not quite as dark as hers, and unlike Adria's it wasn't brandished with thin purple swirls that wrapped around her body like vines. On her arms, her belly, her face. He didn't have these. And he just stood there like some dork, half smiling and holding the musical contraption she hoped would never end.
"And you-"
"Star Lord," Apparently-Star-Lord interjected.
"Sure," she affirmed. "Who the hell are you?"
An expression of faux offense washed over her face.
"Oh stow the feelings, Quill," the raccoon snapped at him, swinging the bazooka down and gradually walking away from the ally. "We can't leave everyone waiting."
"So you guys, the guardians of the galaxy or whatever you called yourself, you're like a big deal?"
The man called Quill or Star Lord or whatever looked appalled, although he still looked like he was not one hundred percent serous. Adria simply stood there awaiting an answer. "Big deal? We're a major big deal!" He turned to his racoon buddy for confirmation, who just groaned and rolled his eyes. "We saved the entire galaxy, even you're ungrateful self, from total destruction."
Adria shrugged, not having time for this. "Never heard of you."
"What? How?"
"I don't pay attention to things other then how I'm gonna get my next meal on the table so..."
The raccoon started walking back the way he came from. "Fascinating. Now enough of the sob story. Let's get a move on, or else they're gonna think you screwed something up."
Quill/Star Lord crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. "And why is it me having to screw everything up?" By now the music had stopped, and that made Adria sad. She felt so empty again without the beautiful sound in her ears.
"Isn't it always?"
"Oh shut up, Rocky." He turned to face the girl once again. "I don't think I heard you before- you coming with us or not?"
Yes they were strangers, but they had saved her ass. And to be honest, where else did she have to go? Another abandoned alleyway? Is that really safer then trusting this...whatever you'd call this pair?
In theory, it wasn't a hard decision. That's probably why it felt so right to nod her head, confirming the addition of one to the crew.
It was the first night in a long time that she felt as though she was going home.
"Just one question," she said, smirking and pointing to the man. "Does he always have this big of an ego?"
The raccoon- Rocky, apparently- snickered as Quill shot him a glance. But Rocky didn't care, and his laughter made Adria crack a smile too.
"Welcome to the club, kid," he chuckled, the bazooka still swinging as he walked. "You'll fit right in."