"Leave him alone!" Charlie screeched, shaking her torso forcefully to try to break free.

Two of the Ravengers had her held back from where Yondu was beating Peter.

Charlie and Peter locked their gazes on each other. Peter frowned when he saw how much she was struggling to get to him. He tried to smile at her, to inform her that he was alright.

"Quill, Rivet, I oughta kill ya two for double crossin' me."

"But you shouldn't!" Peter quickly replied.

"And why is that?"

"We have a friend!" Charlie shouted at Yondu.

"Shut up, Rivet!" Yondu snapped.

The next thing she felt was his fist collide with her face.

Charlotte grunted and tossed her head back, getting her hair away from her face.

Fighting back would only make Yondu motivated to hit her more.

Peter was yelling at her, begging her to keep quiet. Despite that, she knew she needed to keep going, "She knows Ronan, his weaknesses, his army, probably everything. If you give us time.."

Yondu opened his mouth to reply, but Peter beat him to it, "We can make a plan! A plan that ends with you receiving the gem."

Yondu pulled his hands back from Charlotte, a look of wonder of his face.

"Well, alright," Yondu grinned and playfully shoved Peter, "I knew I did a good deed when I picked you two up!"

Charlotte huffed out angry air and ripped her arms from the laughing Ravengers.

Peter wiggled his fingers, signalling for her to grab on. Just as she took his hand, the ship shook.

"What in the hell.." Yondu said.

The group of scavengers raced to the front deck, Charlie and Peter right behind them. Ducking down, the two caught sight of the Milano straight ahead.

"You see this man on top of the ship?" It was Rocket, "He holds in his hand a Hadron Enforcer. Now, if you don't give Quill and Charlotte over, he'll be forced to shoot it. You have five seconds. Five.. Four.. Three.."

Peter lunged forward and pressed down a button on the console, "Rocket, Rocket! Man, it's us! We're fine!"

"Oh, hey Quill." Rocket said, "What's going on?"

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Charlotte pulled up a chair from the kitchen and set it in the middle of the hallway, plopping down. Peter came and stood beside her. Gamora was across from them. Groot and Rocket took seats on boxes while Drax copied Charlie's action.

It was very clear to the group that a discussion was needed.

"First, next time don't blow up the ship I'm on when trying to rescue me," Peter spoke, "Second, I've got a plan."

"You've got a plan?" Rocket scoffed.

"Yes."

"First, you're copying me from when I said I had a plan!"

"No, I'm not. It's not that unique of a thing to say."

"You don't have a plan," Rocket doubted.

Peter bit down on his lip, glancing at Charlie, "I have part of a plan."

"What percentage of a plan?" Drax inquired.

"You don't get to ask questions after the nonsense you pulled on Knowhere," Charlotte growled, glaring at him.

"I just saved you two!"

"We already established that blowing up the ship we're on is not saving us," Peter said.

"When did we establish that?" Drax asked, furring his eyebrows.

"Like three seconds ago!" Peter yelled.

Drax leaned back in his chair, "I wasn't listening, I was thinking of something else.."

Gamora groaned.

"What percentage of a plan do you have?" Rocket repeated.

"About twelve percent.."

Rocket loudly laughed. Charlie sent him a really look. Peter just glared.

"That's a fake laugh," he pointed out.

"Oh, that's real. That is the most genuine, hysterical laugh I've ever had in my entire life. You know why? Because that is not a plan," Rocket angrily fretted.

Gamora sighed, "It's barely a concept."

Charlotte frowned. She glanced at Peter, a little disappointed in him. She thought he had a more of a plan than the percentage given. That's why she gave up her signature position as planner.

"I am Groot."

"So what it's better than eleven, what the hell does that have to do with anything?" Rocket retorted, skeptically looking at the tree.

Peter triumphantly pointed at Rocket and clapped a hand on Groot's shoulder.

"See? Groot is the only one here that has some sense."

The minute Peter looked away, Groot began eating the flower growing on his shoulder.

The group watched, half amused half annoyed, until he finally gulped it down.

Peter should have left Charlie to figure something out. She was better at on-the-spot plans than he would ever be.

"I just-" Peter tried, cutting himself off with a sigh.

Charlie got up from her chair and tugged him away from the group.

"Petey, this isn't something we can just make up in a minute," she whispered.

Peter squinted his eyes at her, "How did you--"

"My point is," Charlotte cut him off, "that in like every movie, the team needs a motivational speech before they can go out there and complete their mission. So, your job right now is to.."

"Give a speech," Peter finished.

Charlie nodded. She cupped his cheek, lightly patting it as a good luck. She led the way back to the group.

"You know what I see when I look around at us?" he asked, "A bunch of losers."

Charlotte winced.

"No, I mean like people who have lost stuff," Peter clarified.

Charlie nodded, informing him it was a good save.

"You've homes, lives and your family.. And usually life takes more than it gives, but today it's givin' us something. It's giving us a chance.."

"To do what?" Gamora questioned.

"To give a shit!" Peter exclaimed, "Ronan has the orb now. A million people are going to perish if he makes it to Xandar. And I don't know about you, but I can't just stand by and watch him do it."

"You're asking us to die," Rocket mumbled.

Peter inhaled sharply, "Yeah," he hopelessly laughed. "I guess I am."

With a shake of his head, he turned away from the group.

There was one idea that held her back from volunteering first. Charlotte was only human; there was only so much she could do, unlike the other team members.

An opportunity to do something about Ronan was within her reach. She couldn't ignore that. Besides, she lasted twenty-six years in space with her set of skills. She figured she could survive at least another couple years.

The scraping of a chair changed the silence.

"I have lived most my life surrounded by my enemies," Gamora admitted, "I would be happy to die among friends."

Charlotte forced a smile. She was glad the woman was finally out and making friends, although the circumstances she was doing it in weren't too great.

Drax stood next, "I would be honored to fight beside you. In the end, I'll be with my wife and daughter once more."

Charlie pushed herself up from the chair, "I've spent 26 years of my life with you, Peter Jason. You think I'm about to give it up now?"

Peter swooped down and kissed her cheek, his arm wrapping along her shoulders.

Groot smiled as he stood up.

The team expectantly looked at Rocket, who looked as though he was having an inner debate with himself.

"What the hell.. I don't got that long a life span anyway," he pointed out, standing up. "Now I'm standing. Here we are, six jackasses standing in a circle."

Charlotte grinned at the idiots around her. Those were her insane idiots, and there wasn't anyone else in the universe she would rather die with than them.

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