Authors note: Okay, it's my first fic, so plz be nice. I know it's kinda weird to start with something so new but I've seen it four times now and am officially a fangirl, I mean how can you not love a trigger-happy, badass, talking raccoon, a talking tree, a 90's obsessed human, green assassin and a psychotic maniac bent on revenge who is completely clueless when it comes to metaphors and sarcasm? Kay, Back the story, is multi - chapter, but I made the first one quite short. If you all want more I'll update with something longer. Read and review!

A world of nightmares The guardians of galaxy were just finishing up their latest mission, clearing up a swarm of aliens that looked ike wasps, stung like them too."Whatever you do," Nova Prime had said, "Don't let them sting you." They had been careful and eventually there were only four left. Rocket had taken on two, no one knew why, there were enough of them for them all to take one. Who knows, maybe he was pissed. Drax and Gamora had been having trouble though. The two were very physical fighters. Drax refused to use a gun at all, claiming it was the weapon of a coward, only in the most dire of situations would he consider using one. But when you couldn't get close to your enemy, it was hard to fight with knives. It also didn't help none of them could fly.

"Drax, heads up!" Peter (AKA Starlord) called. "You wish me to lift my head?" Drax asked, confused. "Metaphor, look out!" There was a huge wasp, that had somehow gotten away from Gamora, headed towards him. He prepared for pain but was simply splattered with green goo. Rockets gun was still smoking from shooting the wasp only inches from Drax. "Thank you little comrade!" He called turning away. "Heh, learn to take care of yourself you walking thesAHHH!" He yelled out in pain as one of the wasps he was trying to shoot down saw its chance and dived, stinging him at the base of his neck. "ROCKET!" Quill yelled as the raccoon slumped to the ground. Unconscious and unmoving.