"What the hell?"
Peter Quill looked out of the huge glass window in his Milano at a floating figure, ropes of leather tied to its wrists and ankles.
"What's the matter, Star-Munch?"
"There's a goddamn girl outside."
"What?"
Rocket walked over to the window and stared for a good minute before watching her eyes flicker.
"Go get her asshole! She's about to die!"
The next few minutes were spent in a chaos-filled rescue. He returned with the girl, still half frozen, in his arms and looking slightly shaken.
By this time, Gamora, Drax, and Mantis had come out of their quarters and helped clear up a table to lay her down. Mantis immediately placed her hand on the girl's icy forehead while Drax and Gamora untied the leather strips.
"She is... heartbroken," Mantis said softly, with tears streaming down her pale face. Gamora started to hook the girl up to the medical machines they had onboard, concentration etched her forehead.
"What do you mean?" Rocket had a confused look on his face as he scooped up a sleepy Groot from the sofa cushion.
"She must have suffered a huge loss or betrayal. Her emotions are overwhelming."
Gamora looked up at Peter's shocked face and sighed. "Her vitals are critically unstable. We need to get her on some sort of heating pad or chamber."
"We have that thing we stole for Drax when his fucking stomach got mauled by that ice animal at the Collector's? Would that work?" Rocket questioned.
"We don't exactly have another choice do we? Go get it."
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Finally, Idiot. (Peter Quill x Reader)
FanfictionWhen Peter Quill finds you in the middle of space, halfway to your death, he expected to have you patched up and out of his Milano in a week or two. Oops.
