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“God fuckin’ piece of shit!” 

Yondu raged, uselessly kicking at the hull of his crashed flyer. Yes, that’s right, crashed. F u c k i n g c r a s h e d.

This was his flier. His personal bird. She never, ever crashed. Ever. Save for being shot out of the sky, anyway. But never in peak condition, never when he was at the helm. And he was always at the helm.

“Who touched my ship.” The bleeding, bashed up Centaurian growled, ripping away at the left thruster. It started sparking upon ascent from Xandar’s atmosphere; this was the start of his inevitable crash back onto the planet. He knew his bird inside out, like the back of his own damn hand; and there it was. A component that had been scrapped and replaced. One that he had not put there himself.

Yondu snarled, grabbing the wires holding it in place and ripping the component out, almost relishing the electric shock he received. It only fueled his anger.

“Whoever touched my goddamn ship,” He growled lowly, “is goin’ t’fuckin’ die tonight.”

And oh, he would find them. He would. And they would pay. But now he had more important things to worry about; like the fact that he crashed on Xandar, without his usual entourage. So if the ship communicator wasn’t working, he would be stuck here for a while. And ‘a while’ was long enough for -

Groaning, Yondu thumped his head against the hull of his ship. He could hear a vehicle approaching over the sound of his bird sizzling; likely some Nova Corps do-gooder. With any luck, the Ravager Reds would make them fuck off quick.

Taking in a breath, Yondu turned and headed toward the approaching vehicle, stopping a few yards away from his ship. He wiped some blood from his lip, glaring at the woman who exited the craft.

 being  on  Xandar  in  a  hospital  of  the  nova  corps  ,  Peter  insisted  her  to  go  because  she  got  badly  hurt  in  a  fight  she  sat  on  her  bed  ,  polishing  her  godslayer  as  she  heard  someone  coming  in  ,  glancing  up  as  she  saw  a  young  woman  coming  inside         ❛       who  are  you   ?      ❜       she  asked  ,  not  moving  the  cloth  away  from  the  blade  .