“Oh no, surely you’re due,” she started to joke only to have her grin drop same as yours to the sight of the van and three bodies blocking the alley off.
Hank Pym between his daughter Hope and a man you knew to be Scott Lang stood in similar leathery getups. Hank was the first to speak in the abrupt silence, “I’ve heard the White Dove does one favor, I am aware this is sudden but-…” By the spike in your pulse, or the step MJ took to inch herself behind you triggering your arm to ease out in front of her chest, all around the five of you a pale blue mist erupted.
All of a sudden the five of you were dropped heavily onto a stone floor resembling marble not native to Earth. Glass walls and pillars of the same material in a watch tower like space filled with bodies, both standing freely in similar uniforms or those in different styles apparently trapped in containment beams held by star shaped floating drones. Right away you began to cough air back into your lungs, taking in what you could of this odd place with different alien races around your group. One boldly familiar in the bunch was Peter Quill trapped inside the beams.
“Hey!” he exclaimed before he could stop himself, “Long time no see!”
His smile dropped when the curly haired male guard across from him pointed at you asking, “You know them?”
“No,” Peter said shaking his head. Failing to try and protect you from being lumped in with him and his ragtag group.
Drax, the scarred shirtless body hovering beside Quill spoke up, “Long time no see means you have seen them before, Peter.”
“She’s just a kid from Earth I saw in a park last time I was there. Glad you got that cast off.”
The hologram of a tree like creature spoke its name, but you heard it speak clearly, “What is a cast?”
“A cast, she had a broken arm, some guy with a wrench attacked her.” Peter tried to explain.
Scott Lang was the first to ask you softly while they spoke about you, “Do you know them?”
“Dad, where are we?” Hope asked Hank whose eyes were still fixed upon your seemingly calm self. Adding in a sharp whisper, “All you said was to watch out if her eyes lit up! You never said she teleports!”
And the hologram of the raccoon beside the tree creature, all separated but able to interact here for some possible reason of leverage in threat of harm when apart you guessed, spoke up dropping MJ’s jaw against her try to keep stoic as you seemed to be doing for her and the others. “Now that’s a fair bit more back story than what you’d get out of seeing a kid in a park.”
“What happens when I get cornered in an alley nowadays.” You replied lowly.
“I just needed to ask you a favor.” Hank tried to defend himself.
Drax nodded and a hologram of a blue woman with black eyes yet to be named Nebula spoke up, “That is no child of Terra, Peter. She is lying to you.”
“By cornering me in an alley?” you challenged him as your eyes swiveled over the guards who weren’t certain what exactly to do with this.
Gamora nodded at that, “No human has those eyes.” she agreed at the shared knowledge of even pink Kree being born with purple eyes.
“All I’ve heard is the White Dove would do one favor if it was interesting enough!” he answered pointedly.
The white haired woman called into the room put an end to this confusing moment by pointing at your group, “Apparently your escape plan backfired Star Prince,” a nickname that had Peter sigh and roll his eyes.
“There is no escape plan, and they aren’t with me.” Peter tried to argue to the swaying hand order that called four more drones from the wall to lift the five of you off the ground. “And you know it’s Star Lord.”
“Don’t do this,” you said flatly to the white haired woman puzzling the others as it came off as more or a warning to her than a plea to be released. She ordered the group be divided, you to stay here and the others taken away to soon be seen in holograms of their own. Over to Peter you looked while you were being hovered to be lined up inside the containment field Peter was being held in. “You aren’t particularly fond of anyone on this planet are you?” you asked compounding the concern of the guards who caught on to the ominous warning and confusion of everyone else.
“No, just come here to sell stuff every now and again,” he answered with a shake of his head.
“Good to know.” You replied unable to turn and watch where your group was being taken, but listened through the bee that had dropped off your hair to hide in MJ’s so you’d know how far away she was and how scared she was.
“Accomplice from Terra, tell us what you know of this buffoon of a criminal’s plan and we may yet let you go alive.” She spoke while you tried to calm yourself down at being held captive on a planet out of reach of Yggdrasil and by extension Eldfalls.
“Mark Twain once said, ‘Never argue with stupid people, they will drag you down to their level and beat you with experience.’ I take it you don’t have a lot of practice with buffoon criminals.” You replied and her brows dropped in irritation from their prior arched posture in some mental assertion of authority.
Drax chuckled as Peter said, “Never really took to Twain’s books. Couldn’t get even half through the one about the boy and the raft.”
Scott spoke up as he was being secured into his own containment field, “That’s his best book.”
The white haired woman looked to the hovering screen she motioned over revealing MJ being hoisted up over a circular opening in the floor of whatever room she was in. “Let me guess, lava pit?” You asked to the subtle pulses your bees sent out to help you keep track of where everyone was, helped greatly by the bee who snuck from your hair into hers before she was taken.
The white haired woman spoke up in a determined tone, “Tell me what the Star Prince here had planned on Xandar or I will have your companion dropped into the molten core of our planet.”
Right through the display screen matched by one she could see you on you watched MJ take a deep breath and try to keep from showing the panic on her face when she felt a tingle through her braid the bee there gave off mirroring the flutter of wings on the bee in your bangs. Without an ounce of care on your face you replied flatly, “Drop her.”
Gamora and Nebula shared a glance at one another to Hope’s whisper to her dad hovering beside her, “This is who you wanted to help us?”
You continued as Hope spoke, “What she gets for cheating on me with The Duckling.”
“Oh that’s cold,” MJ fired back trying not to have a smirk break across her face at the hint you had a plan.
“Drop her?” the woman repeated in shock to Peter’s wide eyed stare as Rocket and Groot looked between the both of you at this soap opera unraveling.
“Be sure to scream on the way down,” you said tauntingly to MJ.
“Oh, I am so going to haunt you,” MJ added on with eyes narrowed challengingly at you.
“Promises, Promises.” You replied and Gamora said to her sister, “I like these two.”
“Drop her,” The white haired woman spoke up in a gesture of her hand—… (to be continued in the series on ao3)
