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I stare at the man, and find myself transported to a familiar hallway of doors. I run to the heavy locked one at the end, and place my hand upon the cold surface.

It shatters under my touch, and I run through without hesitancy.

Something is ... odd here.

I walk through to find myself in a memory of my mother. She's with a man that looks suspiciously like the famous actor... uh, what's his name?

Kirk Something...?

No, I think it was Turk...

I doubt that, that's a weird name.

Famous people have weird names.

Well, you have a point... urgh, I should know this!

Yeah, stupid...

Hah, you just insulted yourself again. Tsk tsk, when will you learn.

You're one to talk.

I'm certain it was Kirk Mussel. Yeah, that's it!

Whatever you say.... genius.

I heard that!

I look back at the scene before me, and can instantly tell this Kirk Mussel lookalike is my dad. From their mannerisms and the way he speaks to her. I hear him call her his 'mountain lily', whatever that is, and they kiss a few times in the memory.

Why would a happy memory like this be locked away?

But, then I see him leave her standing by the lemon tree by the small hut. She cries a little, but then goes into the building.

Flash forward a year, and I see my mom give birth to me.

Flash forward a few years more, and I see my mother become sick. Something to do with her head.

Flash forwards again, and I see her die, my hand grasping hers in one last loving moment of connection.

Suddenly, I'm back at the Collector's and the man is standing right in front of my face behind the glass.

I yelp, and jerk back, but bump my head on the glass opposite where he is standing.

"Oww, why'd you scare me?" I complain, rubbing the sore spot at the back of my head.

He looks puzzled and motions to his ears. Oh, he must not be able to hear me.

"Can you hear me now?" I say to his mind.

"What the heck?! How-? Wha-?"

"Jus, shhhh a sec. It takes awhile to get used to it. It's called 'telepathy', and it's pretty dang cool."

His face is shocked and his mouth agape. The green one asks him something, and he says something in reply. She then looks at me with great disdain.

I glare at her, instantly hating her. (a/n-sorry if you really like her, don't worry, y/n grows to like her eventually.)

"What's your name?" I ask, using telepathy.

"Uh, it's Star Lord."

I snort, laughing, "Seriously?"

"Yeah!"

"Well, Star Fart, nice to meet you."

"Star Lord."

"Whatever, tell me your given name, please."

He looks at me in distrust.

"Mine's (Y/n), by the way." I add.

"Fine, it's Peter. Peter Quill."

"Well, nice to make your acquaintance. Oh, also, I have a seemingly odd question to ask you, does your dad look like this?" I project a mental picture of the Kirk Mussel lookalike into Peter's head.

"Wha? Yeah, yeah. Exactly. Why?" His eyes narrow in suspicion.

"Woah, cool! We're siblings! Well, er, half-siblings, but same difference. Isn't that COOL!" I practically yell into his head.

He winces and looks at me weird.

"What? My dad was your dad... that'sprettyexcitingtofindoutIhaveafreakingbrotherthatI'venevermetbefore,butIwouldhaveforgottenyouanyways,becauseOdinerasedallmymemoriesandbanishedmeforacrimeididn'tcommituntiliprettymuchdidandkindadestroyedallofAsgardwithsomehelpfromafiredemonandLoki,butImean,Asgardisaplacenotapeople,soit'sall'k,right?OhwaitIgotitallwrongitsAsgardisapeoplenotaplace! Ineedacheeseburger,Ihungry...." I realize I just spewed all my thoughts into his head, and from his expression, he didn't understand any of it.

"...just get me outta here, thanks." I finish.

I grow nervous as the racoon, green lady, big dude, and Peter converse. Then, after what seems like hours of talking, they all come to an agreement. But the green lady doesn't seem too happy about it.

Then, I spot Tivan. I glare at him so hard I feel like my eyes will turn to laser and he'll melt like a watered witch.

He doesn't, to my irritation.

He smirks at me, and I glower. Er, that man ticks me off so hard.

I sit down after awhile, bored of trying to read their lips. I think they probably weren't saying, '...ate a lolly, met a gorilla-chang killed his step-son and his donkey. Wing-wong, dog ate a chickpea and smoked a rabbit's chainsaw. Hippies clock is off a cliff and down a muffin with brain chills..."

Yeah, I think it's safe to assume they weren't saying that at all.

Wait, I could have just read their minds...

Man, you are stupid!

oh, shut up! I'm too tired anyways.

I lie on the floor, but jolt upright when the glass around me shatters. I roll out of the way just in time, as the roof falls down where I was a second before.

Peter stands, holding a smoking gun, and smirks. "Problem solved, we're taking her with or without your permission," he says, cockily.

"Wow, thanks bro!" I chirp, hopping up.

"Wait, 'bro'?" The green one says, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, my dad is his dad," I reply, pointing to myself and then to Peter.

"You know he's dead, right?" She says, with a stoic countenance.

"No, he's standing right here." I say, tapping Peter on the shoulder.

"Not him, Ego. He's dead."

"And Ego is..?"

"You don't even know your dad's name? Wow, I'd hate to be your relative." The racoon says.

"Well, no offence, but I'd hate to be your relative, because," at this point I can't help but snicker, "because then I'd be-I'd be HIDEOUS!" Now I just break out laughing, bending over and guffawing at the fuzzy little trash-panda. The large, buff dude laughs too, making me laugh even harder! If that's even physically possible!

The racoon's face is all scrunched up in anger, and he mutters something and pulls out a gun.

"Woah, woah, everybody chill, okay? Rocket?"

Rocket grumbles some more, and I try to stop laughing as best I can.

"I like this one, she is quite amusing." The big guy says.

"I'm (Y/n)." I say, still trying to catch my breath.

"And I, (Y/n), am Drax, The Destroyer. It is a pleasure to have met you."

"No, Drax the Mighty Destroyer, the pleasure is all mine," I salute him, making him and me laugh some more.

"Enough of this!" The green lady yells, making us stop our gaiety.

"Peter, why are we helping her?!" She yells.

"Woah, lady, relax. Who spat in your Cheerio's?"

She looks at me in disgust, and turns on her heel, walking out. I side-glance at Peter, and he looks frazzled.

"Who are you guys anyway?" I ask, curious.

"We're the Guardians-" Rocket says, and he makes to continue, but I interrupt.

"The 'Guardians' of what exacti-cally?" I taunt, speaking like the caterpillar off of Alice in Wonderland.

"The Guardians of the fricken Galaxy, that's what."

"Hmm, interesting." I nod.

"Well, let's follow the green one, shall we?" I continue, then I look back at Tivan, who wears an odd smile, "Bye Tivan!"

A/N-

Wow! Another chapter so soon? I'm flabbergasted!

I hope some of you enjoyed. I liked the lip-reading part, it made me laugh!

What did you guys think?

Good so far?

Ooh, what about the plot twist: you're Peter's sis!!!! I know some of you caught the foreshadowing I sprinkled into some of the chapters so bravo to you!!!

So, that's all for now! Have a great night!