Part Of My World

Planet of the Dead

Cue the tourist side of London. Chip shops, the London Eye, Big Ben, the bridge where Spiderman fought Mysterio, all the most important places. The locations that London is most proud of? Their den of stolen goods! The Doctor calls it a trophy case, so obviously the British call them the same thing.

A museum sat perfectly content and protected. Guards walked the same positions ensured by the top brass to keep their collections safe. One guard in particular activated motion sensing lasers meant to be impossible for a normal human to navigate. Which is why our intrepid heroes could sneak in without issue. It helps when you can turn into a ghost.

Rocket- aka Freddie Rose- floated down to the golden cup. Lasers passed harmlessly through him. He grabbed a bag from his belt, pulling out the contents.

A large trophy with 'world's best thieves' on it.

Rocket grinned. His sisters were funny.

He swapped it for the cup. The cup became invisible at the exact second the trophy became visible. He grinned as he floated back to the ceiling.

"Job complete." Rocket reported to his partner. "No witnesses, as the boss ordered-"

Alarms went off.

"Okay I have some witnesses." Rocket replied. "Macmillan's guys were faster than we thought. Drax-"

"Rocket."

"I have witnesses? How do I have witnesses!?" Rocket asked, being very chill. "These humans can't see anything-!"

Rocket's sisters set these missions up. Strict guidelines with building plans and layouts. Robberies were a hobby, apparently, but work on the HAVEN kept both too busy to carry out the missions themselves. The guidelines were very clear on when witnesses were allowed. and the consequences of fucking it up.

(Stabbing. A lot of stabbing.)

"Take it easy, Rocket." Drax- aka Thorax- cautioned him again. "Mission said witnesses were encouraged."

"They are?" Rocket shot off to the nearby alley. "But that's not until- oh."

There's only one heist that allowed witnesses. His sister promised not to stab him if he got caught.

"She gave the go ahead?" Rocket asked.

"Yep. Once we steal this weird gold cup, Rocket can get caught and Drax needs to escape with the cup."

"Here you go." Rocket dropped his invisibility.

Drax jumped back. "STOP THAT!"

Rocket laughed again. Messing with his brother-in-law rocked.

==POMW==

The police arrived. Rocket passed the golden cup to Drax. He ran off, switching to his feet to attract police attention.

The police cornered Rocket immediately. They had guns trained.

Drax kept himself hidden. It's more important to watch his teammate then be concerned with his own safety. It may be stupid in terms of museum heists, but Rocket looked like a teenage boy. Drax can't just leave him. He'd never forgive himself if Rocket got hurt.

The boy held up his arms. The officers still had their weapons aimed at him. "Now, I'm sure we can do this like rational adults." His hand crackled with red energy. "But what's the fun in that?"

Okay. Right. That's his brother-in-law. His wife's siblings were very capable people by their own rights. 'Looking like a kid' didn't mean much for that trio.