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C262 Spider-Man
🕑 Added 2023-02-25 11:42:03 +0000 UTC-Floor 217-
Just as Peter abruptly ended the call, Quill could be heard berating Rocket.
“What’s wrong with you?!” Quill shouted angrily. “Just tell him that you were wrong! You don’t even have to mean it...”
“...” Rocket simply remained silent and looked forward, ignoring Quill's words completely.
“What should we do?” An armed Kree man asks the elderly leader.
“I can get him to say whatever you want.” A very muscular man with a bald head eyes Rocket with a bloodthirsty grin. “Just give me a knife and some cleaning supplies. He’ll follow any script we give him after that.”
“No, the hostages are our way out of this.” The elderly man shakes his head. “We can’t afford to anger the Nova Corps.”
“...” The room goes silent as everyone looked between one another.
Sighing to himself, the Kree leader turns to Rocket and looks him in the eyes.
“Will you do as he wants?” He asks.
“No.” Rocket answers defiantly.
“Alright...” The man nods his head as he turns to his subordinates. “Set the charges as we initially planned.”
In the corner of the room sat a long table full of high-tech bombs, which were originally planned to be used for future targets.
“Are you sure?” Someone asks as this plan didn’t guarantee their escape.
In all likelihood, the majority of them would die, allowing for only a select few to escape among the wreckage.
“Yeah, just get it done.” The nameless leader orders solemnly.
Instantly, half of the men and women in the room grab a few explosives each and rush off.
Though one of them didn’t leave the room and stayed behind to set multiple charges on the support beams.
“I am Groot...” Groot says in dread.
“Seriously?” Quill hisses at Rocket, who continued to remain silent, watching the bombs get placed and armed to blow at any moment.
...
Time ticked by slowly as those who went to place the bombs filled the room once again, finished with their job.
Sat at his desk, the elderly leader stared down at a small device with a single black button, which would be used to detonate the many explosives.
“I think it’s been 10 minutes, sir.” One of the Kree men says.
“Should we call-” Someone spoke as the tablet on the desk started beeping, indicating an incoming transmission.
“Hello.” The elderly man answers as the room goes deathly quiet.
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“Hello again.” Peter says as he stares down at the tablet. “Did Rocket change his mind?”
Of course, Peter already knew the answer, as he was listening in on them the entire time.
“No, he refuses to do as you say.” The man states as he sends an annoyed glare to the stubborn raccoon. “So we’ve decided to change the deal. Allows us free passage out of this situation, and we won’t demolish this building into the ground.”
“And how are you planning on accomplishing that?” Peter asks.
“This-” The man says as he reaches to grab the detonator but finds nothing there.
“You mean this?” Peter asks as he held the detonator up to the tablet. “Or maybe this?”
He then turns the tablet around to show a pile of disarmed explosive charges, which he portal’d over shortly after they were placed.
Of course, the Nova Corps brought their own version of a bomb squad, as they were dealing with terrorists who’ve been using explosives left and right.
So Peter let them do all of the work when it came to disarming.
“Oh, I forgot these as well.” Peter says as he opens a few small portals and reaches his hand through.
The first to notice what was happening was Quill, who saw the portals open next to the few remaining bombs in the room.
Though just as everyone else began to catch on, Peter had already reached his hand through each portal and snatched the last of the bombs.
“Hey, disarm these too.” Peter orders as he hands off the remaining explosives to a couple of very nervous-looking Nova Soldiers.
Soon enough, realization dawned on the old Kree leaders face.
His hostages were worthless and his backup plan was thwarted before it could even be revealed, leaving him nothing...
“Bring the hostages forward.” He orders, breaking his subordinates from their state of panic.
Doing as they’re told, the hostages are prodded forward by the barrels of multiple high-tech rifles.
“Hey! Quit pushing!” Quill yells irritably.
“...” Rocket remained silent as he was kicked forward.
“I am Groot...” Groot looks at Rocket one last time.
“Zzz...” Drax remained asleep as he was dragged forward by his arms.
“Let’s start with the tree.” The leader says as he pulls a pistol from his desk and aims it at Groot.
“!” Rocket’s heartbeat quickened as he stared worriedly at his only friend.
“Allow us free passage or I’ll start killing hostages one by one.” The leader threatens as he shows Peter the lineup of Guardians.
“Okay, go ahead.” Rocket watched in shock as Peter shrugged uncaringly.
The old man seemed to hesitate for a moment, as they would be killing their only leverage, but his gaze soon hardened as he turned the tablet to look Peter in the eyes.
“Remember, you brought this on yourself.” He said as he turned the tablet back to Groot. “Alright, execute-”
“Stop!” Rocket yells as he thrashes in the hold of multiple Kree men. “I admit it! I was wrong! Are you happy now?”
“What were you wrong about?” Peter asks through the tablet.
“...” Rocket remained quiet for a moment, though the guns trained on Groot got him talking again. “I was wrong to go off on my own. You were right about working as a team. Now get us out of here!”
Although Rocket was frantic at first, now he just seemed very angry with Peter.
“Was that so hard?” Peter asks as the tablet is turned back to the old leader.
“Do we have a deal?” He asks, looking much more relieved.
“Sure...” Peter says as he waves his hand and opens four portals in the air.
Instantly, the floor below the captured Guardians opened up, dropping them onto the roof in front of Peter.
Quickly, Peter snapped the portals shut and looked toward the shocked Kree leader, who just lost his last hope of escape.
“Here’s the deal.” Peter says as the Guardians pick themselves up off the ground, realizing that they’re safe. “We won’t kill any of you as long as you surrender peacefully.”
“I-I...” The elderly man was lost for words by this point.
“I’ll give you another 10 minutes to make your decision.” Peter says as he could see the p*ssed-off looks of the people that he just rescued. “Choose your next actions wisely.”
With those final words, Peter ended the call for a second time.
“You motherf*cker!” Quill exclaimed as he charged over to Peter with everyone following closely behind him.
Though Drax, who was still knocked out, was currently being treated by some Nova medics.
“What? Come to thank me for saving you?” Peter asks as Rocket grabs the gun of a Nova soldier and starts firing in his direction.
“That’s not very nice...” Peter comments as he sidesteps each laser bolt with ease.
“Not very nice?!” Rocket repeats in anger. “Groot almost died because of you!”
“Me? Do you actually believe that?” Peter asks incredulously. “First of all, you were the one who didn’t want to take any orders and ran off alone, though I think we can all see where that got you. Secondly, I offered you an easy way out and you refused to take it until the very end like the stubborn moron you are.”
*pew pew pew...*
Upon hearing Peter's response, Rocket didn’t verbally reply and simply started shooting once again.
Of course, Peter continued to dodge each shot with ease.
“Stand still and take it like a man!” Rocket shouted as he kept firing.
“Okay, I think that’s enough.” Peter says as he shoots a web and used it to yank the gun from Rocket's hands.
“Give me that!” Rocket jumps toward Peter, but receives a boot to the face, sending him tumbling back to Groot.
“I don’t know why you’re all so angry.” Peter says as he aims the gun forward and fires at the newly rescued Guardians.
*pew pew pew...*
“?!” Everyone watched in shock as he shot at his own comrades, though that shock soon grew as the red laser bolts seemed to bounce off of them, leaving Rocket, Groot, and Quill completely unharmed.
“You weren’t in any danger, to begin with.” Peter says as the spell he placed on them for protection fades away.
“I’m alive...” Quill muttered as he thought for sure that he was dead.
“Y-You...” Rocket stutters in frustration, as he didn’t know whether to feel p*ssed or thankful anymore.
“I am Groot...” Groot says in confusion.
“While they were arming the bombs, I was able to open a small portal and place a spell for protection on all of you, though it’s all used up now so don’t go getting yourselves killed.” Peter explains as the tension on the rooftop started to simmer down.
“What was the point of all this?” Quill asks in confusion.
“To teach you a bit of a lesson. None of you are strong enough to be running into dangerous and unknown situations alone.” Peter explains his mindset. “That Orb that you’re all dying to get your grubby little hands on is going to bring you far worse opponents than this. You’ll need to learn how to work together to overcome them because I won’t always be around to save you.”
“...” They all turn silent, as if their parents just lectured them into the ground.
“He’s right.” Gamora nods in agreement. “The dangers ahead of us are much deadlier than a group of weak Kree terrorists.”
“Fine, so what’s the plan?” Rocket sounded a bit hesitant, though he seemed ready to work as a team now.
“I’m willing to work together.” Quill sighs and agrees as well.
“I am Groot!” Groot seemed happy with the outcome of this situation.
“I’m with you as well!” Drax, who managed to wake up in time to hear Peter's little speech, shouted as he shoved the medics away and joined the group.
“The plan is simple.” Peter smirks as the Guardians started to finally come together as a team. “If they don’t surrender peacefully, we go in and raise some hell.”
A/N: 1754 words :) GN
