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CHAPTER FOUR ━━ knight in shrubs

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MIDAS SAT WITH HER BACK AGAINST THE COLD METAL wall, her yellow jumpsuit stood out in the dark as she rested her head against the wall, staring out into the darkness. Her wandering mind did not let her sleep at that moment as she was completely awake with a uneasy gut feeling in her stomach as she watched over her new aquintances like a watch dog. Not that she would ever admit she was looking out for the ragtag group, but knowing the people inside these prison walls were the utmost scumbags of galaxy she felt better knowing no one would try anything on het watch.

It was quite a funny scene to actually watch as all these intimidating inmates lay beside each other in a deep slumber. Even Rocket and Peter who had been bicker back and forward since they met rested beside eachother in complete peace.

Suddenly footsteps caught her attenion and the chesnut haired woman peeked through her dark strands to see three prisoners dragging someone across the hall and she sat up straighter when she caught a glimpse of Gamora's signature green skin.

The Terran quickly stood up, careful not to wake up any inmates with anger issues as she tiptoed towards Peter and Rocket, waking the two up with a soft kick.

"Dude!" Midas whispered harshly, leaning down to lift Peter up by the colar of his shirt.

The Ravager blinked in surprise as he opened his eyes and came face to face with Midas—he was quite surprised by her strenght ( not that he would ever admit that though. )

Luckily, before he could let out a startled yelp, the brunette placed a hand over his mouth. "They got Gamora."

That woke the man up fairly quickly as he pushed himself up to stand beside Midas, nudging Rocket, the racoon grumbling as he stared at the two Terrans. "What?"

They didn't give him an explantion as the two quickly tiptoed around the prisoners and towards the genral direction Midas saw the inmates take Gamora until they came upon a staff room with a single guard inside.

"Take her to the showers, it'll be easier to clean the blood." The guard suggested and Midas eyes widened at the statement.

Midas knew the guards were corrupted in this place, but that they would go as far as helping inmates with murderer was beyond her knowledge.

She watched from a small distance away as Gamora started to struggle in their hold and then the small group quickly followed after her, trying not to be seen or heard.

Both Peter and Midas watched from the shadows as a prisoner roughly pushed Gamora against one of the walls in the shower, holding a knife to her throat. "Gamora, consider this a death sentence for your crimes against the galaxy."

Before one of them could step in and try to stop them a loud voice sounded through the area and Midas' eyes fell on that of the approaching figure of the man he saw sitting earlier come into view.

"How dare you!"

It was silent for a moment as the prisoner who previously held a knife to Gamora's throat stepped away in fear, his hand twitching im terror.

"You know who I am, do you not." He barked out now fully walking inside the shower room as he towerd over the man holding the knife.

"You're Drax the Destroyer." The ring-leader stammered out with wide eyes

"You know why they call me this?" He inquired as Peter and Midas were joined by Rocket, who started to pull at Midas' jumpsuit, gaining their attention.

"You slayed dozen of Ronan's goons." The ring-leader continued, his voice quivering— his eyes darting away to avoid eyecontact with the intimidating man

"Ronan murdered my wife and daughter. They slaughter them were they stood." He told them before turing to face the leader and shouted in his face. "And he laughed!"

"Quill, Gracen."

"Her life." Drax started with a shake of his head. "Is not yours to take. He killed my family. I should kill one of his in return." He stated and Midas' eyes widened.

"Of course Drax." He handed him his knife quickly stepping further away from him, cowering in the shadows.

The interruption that took place gave Gamora and opportunity as the woman sprung into action— she twisted both man's arms harshly, before she kicked one in his knee, making him go tumbling to the ground and she swiftly kicked the other away. She breathed heavily as she held both knifes threatingly in front of her, her eyes darting between the group waiting for one of them to attack her again.

Both Midas and Peter stepped forward and Rocket reached out for them, but Peter slapped his hand away and Midas shushed him.

"What are you doing?" He whispered.

"I am no family to Ronan or Thanos." Gamora spat out through gritted teeth before slowly stepping backward, dropping the knifes on the ground.

It was quiet and Midas watched anxiously as Gamora and Drax stared each other down.

"I am your only hope at stopping him." Gamora told him after a couple seconds and Midas eyes widened when Drax let out a strangled battle cry, grabbing Gamora by the throat and slamming her against the wall with a loud smack and holding the knife against her throat.

      "Woman, your words mean nothing to me." The brunette watched nervously as Quill stepped forward his arms outstretched.

      "Hey— hey, hey!"

"Oh crap." Rocket face palmed while Midas shook her head as she watched the ravager approach the group.

"If killing Ronan is truly your purpose I don't think this is the best way to go about it." He began awkwardly as Drax turned his head to look at him suspiciously.

"Are you not the man this wench attempted to kill?" Drax asked.

"Well she is hardly the first woman trying to do that to me." He began before lifting his shirt slightly. "Look this is from a smoking' hot Rajak girl, stabbed me with a fork didn't like me skipping out on her at sunrise." He told them before pulling his colar down slightly. "Right here, a Kree girl tried to rip out my thorax, she saw me with this skinny little A'askavariian who worked in Nova Records. I was trying to get information." He raised his hands slightly when Drax seemed unimpressed.

"Ever seen an A'askavarrian?" He inquired before continuing. "They have tentacles, and needles for teeth. If you think I'm seriously interested in that, then- you don't care." He stopped himself from rambling. "But here's the point, she betrayed Ronan." He pointed towards Gamora "He's coming back for her and when he does that's when..." He dragged his finger across his neck.

"Why would I put my finger on his throat?" Drax wondered in confusion.

Seeing as Peter was at loss for words Midas quickly stepped in the room to save Peter from his poor excuse of a rescue plan. "It's a metaphor." She quickly explained also dragging her finger across her throat, gaining Drax' attention. "It means you're going to slice his throat."

"I will not slice his throat, I will cut his head clean off." Midas eyes widened at his statement, gulping down her fear before quickly giving him a thumbs up. "All good with me, but you get what we mean." She said pointing between himself and Peter.

Peter nodded frantically. "It's a general expression for killing somebody."

"Point is, you wanna keep her alive." Midas cut Peter's rambling off. "Don't do his work for him."

The Terran nervously watched as Drax turned back around to look at Gamora and the tension was high until he released his grip on her throat and Gamora fell to the ground, gasping for air.

Drax looked at the knife of the leader of the group that kidnapped Gamora. "I like your knife, I'm keeping it." He stated before walking away from them without another word.

Midas sighed in relief, giving Peter a small smile, which he gladly returned.

"We make a good team." He stated happily.

Midas rolled her eyes. "Don't go walking ahead of yourself, rocket man."

"Ah come on. Just admit it we make a great team."

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