Marvel turns into Iron Man

"Where is it? Anyone can say this sentence, and it's nothing special."

Quill snorted softly with a look of disdain on his face, and looked at the rocket with his arms crossed.

From the beginning, even in prison, the Rockets have been asking questions.

Maybe it does have its reasons, but doesn't this kind of behavior lose face at all?

"Really, secondly, I really don't believe that you have any special plans."

The Rockets also looked at him not to be outdone, as if the two were about to pinch each other again.

It's just that Quill is really wrong to blame the Rockets on this matter.

The Rockets don't distrust Quayle, or at least not completely.

This matter is indeed a bit too tricky, and it cannot be decided by patting the head.

"I have a plan, at least part of it—"

Maybe Quayle was indeed choking on the Rockets' words, or maybe it was for some other reason.

When Quill continued to try to speak hard, his tone became a little unconfident.

"So... part of the plan, how much is it?"

But before Quill's words fell, Drax, who had been quietly staying aside, spoke.

Drax is not a very bright-minded person, at least from what happened before.

However, his words pointedly pointed out the weakness of Quill's words.

Quill, who was choked by the rocket, was stopped again, which made him feel really embarrassed.

Gamora, who was already familiar with Quill, immediately saw the distressed expression on Quill's face.

"Given your previous poor performance, no questions are allowed, only execution."

Probably because of the insight that women are born with, she chose to help him out.

Maybe Gamora's words are more straightforward, and it doesn't sound so pleasing to the ear.

But at least, Drax didn't get angry, instead he showed a somewhat aggrieved expression.

"But I helped save Quill and you?"

Tilting his head, the bald head glistened under the not-so-bright light in the cabin.

Drax looked at Gamora's face, but it was full of doubts at this time.

It seemed that he couldn't understand why this woman suddenly started targeting herself.

Also, what he couldn't understand was why the woman suddenly started speaking for Quill.

After all, Quill and Gamora were fighting for life and death before.

"Er—actually, we've discussed this topic before."

When it came to this question, Quill twitched the corner of his mouth helplessly, and explained with his hands open.

"It's you who want to blow up the spaceship we're on, that's not saving us."

"When did we discuss this topic?"

"Just a few minutes ago!"

"I didn't listen, I was distracted."

Hearing Drax's words, Quill slapped himself on the forehead helplessly.

Gamora and the Rockets also looked helpless, and seemed to be helpless against Drax.

This buddy is usually very off-line, maybe he is used to it, so everyone is used to it.

"The girl is right, you really have no right to express your opinion."

Seeing that the topic was interrupted by Drax's words, Rocket shook his head and said.

Granted, a few seconds ago it thought Gamora had gone too far, but it did.

Drax's brain is single-threaded, and Groot's mental age is that of a child.

In this improvised team, neither of these two guys could communicate normally.

"Okay—what percent of the plan do you have?"

"I don't know, it's about 12.00%."

Quill shook his head, the expression on his face was not pretty.

"12.00%, what's the difference between you and asking us to die?!"

Even the Rockets got a little... manic with Quayle's staggering numbers.

In any case, this number is a bit too challenging for people's psychological lower limit.

The scene was a little embarrassed by the number Quill, and everyone fell silent.

Except Groot, because Groot didn't care what the hell they were talking about.

And Drax, Drax had dozed off.

Well, strictly speaking, not everyone is silent, just the three of them.

"Yondu is coming soon, and he wants to hear about our big plans."

"Seriously... I need your help, guys, please."

Clapping helplessly, Quill sighed softly, finally opened his mouth and said.

"Look at us, you know what I saw, a bunch of total losers."

Quill was telling the truth, so no one stood up, no one stood up to refute him.

"We're like a bunch of lost souls, yes, that's true, we've all lost."

"We've lost our homes, we've lost our loved ones, we've lost our normal lives."

Rocket glanced at Gamora, and looked at Quill a little stunned. It didn't expect Quill to say such words.

Even Drax woke up from his doze, and even Groot couldn't help but keep his eyes on him.

"Well, life is about giving more than you get back - but not today."

Gamora looked at Quill with inexplicable emotions in his eyes.

It seems to be surprise, maybe admiration, but there is absolutely no sense of denial.

"Today, we have been favored, and reality has given us a chance."

"What chance?"

"Go and fight, for ourselves, just this once."

Looking at Drax, Quill spoke slowly.

"Ronan is about to kill hundreds of billions of innocent lives, and I will never stand by."

There was firmness in his eyes, as if he was telling some truth.

There was an inexplicable emotion in Quill's heart, and he seemed to have never felt this kind of excitement.

"But... Quill, it's impossible to stop him, you're asking us to die."

And this kind of excitement was finally cooled down by Rocket's words, like pouring water on the fire.

"........"

Quill didn't speak, because he knew that what the Rockets said was right.

Although a little pessimistic, what the Rockets said is right, it is the truth without a trace of hypocrisy.

Maybe what I said just now was extremely passionate, as if to prevent Ronan from being able to catch it.

But if you think about it carefully, isn't this kind of behavior just to usurp these people and accompany you to die?

Silence—a deathly silence fell among the crowd once again.

Quill nodded lightly, sighed lightly, and turned around slowly with a complicated look in his eyes.

The situation seemed to freeze again until Quill heard a soft sigh behind him.

PS:

Makes me want to write about Kamen Rider again