Marvel turns into Iron Man

In the era before the advent of space hopping technology, space travel was often a long and boring journey.

And after the emergence of this technology that can greatly shorten the journey, long-distance navigation is no longer difficult.

A few hours had passed since the escape from Klin Prison, and the Miranda had stopped jumping.

After all, except for Groot, most of the people on the spaceship are mammals.

Although the space jump can greatly shorten the time and distance, it will also cause a great burden on the body.

Quill didn't know how many space impulses the Miranda passed through in a few hours.

Now, the spacecraft has temporarily stopped the space jump, and is just moving slowly according to the coordinates given by Gamora.

In the cockpit of the spaceship, Quill glanced at the data coordinates entered by Gamora on the control panel, and pouted.

At this moment, Quill and the others still don't know who paid such a high price for the universe spirit ball.

The girl in natural green is good everywhere, but her vigilance is really heavy.

The Miranda is a three-story structure, a very typical large personal aircraft, with a separate cockpit and living room.

At first, Rocket Raccoon was always in charge of sailing the boat. In his words, he wanted to have a good time or something.

Quill didn't compete with it for the right to pilot the spaceship, but followed Gamora, Groot and Drax downstairs.

Only Drax seems to be having trouble with Gamora, and he has to fight every now and then.

This made Quill inexplicably upset, and he found a reason before returning to the cockpit above.

Rocket saw him coming, but also jumped out of the driver's seat, said to prepare something, and then went downstairs.

Quayle just stayed in the cockpit, closed the door, and listened to his favorite tape of golden songs.

However, even so, he often heard noises from downstairs.

Glancing at the data coordinates on the control panel, Quill unbuckled his seat belt, got up and walked back.

Walking down the stairs slowly, the first thing Quill noticed was not other people, but Rocket Raccoon, who he took over.

At this time, it seemed to be surrounded by mechanical parts and various tools as if there was no one else around.

And..... The dismantled, Quill bought back from the interstellar merchant, the record player from the earth.

The record player cost him two thousand star coins, which was the price Quill had obtained through his own special bargaining methods.

He also left the phonograph here so that he could play the vinyl records he collected from all over the universe.

Those two little claws were flying up and down, it was much worse than manipulating the control terminal in the prison before.

Quill watched as the rocket tore two parts from an unknown piece of equipment nearby and put them together.

"Hey hey - what are you doing, how can you dismantle my spaceship without my consent?!"

Quill didn't care too much, and walked quickly to Rocket's side, his tone was a little hasty, as if he was a little angry about this matter.

After all, those things didn't come for nothing, or at least part of them had to be paid to get them back.

The feeling of watching those things I like being disassembled at will is really not very good——

As he spoke, his eyes moved down, but he saw a small mechanical structure lying at his feet.

"What's this strange thing again, I don't remember having it on board?"

Quill focused his gaze on the small mechanical structure, and slowly squatted down.

"Don't touch that, it's a bomb—"

But when he was about to reach out to pick it up for a closer look, he was stopped by Rocket's little paw.

Without raising his head, Rocket continued to look at the mechanical creation in his hand, as if he was thinking about how to do it.

But what it said in a nonchalant tone fell into Quill's ears, but it became incomparably... Fuck.

"—is it a bomb? Just put it on the ship? Just leave it like this?"

Hearing Rocket's answer, Quill seemed to hear some inexplicable words.

He'd never seen the fact that someone would make a bomb out of it with such an understatement.

Even though it was a raccoon rather than a human, the bomb did indeed pose a real threat to the safety of the spacecraft.

Quill's face was immediately filled with the expression "Are you fucking kidding me?", and his expression gradually became a little anxious.

Things like bombs are really dangerous. If one is not careful, it is easy to bury the crew in the sea of ​​stars.

If this bomb was of the rough-skinned and thick-skinned type, it would be impossible not to let him even touch it.

In other words, the dangerous goods that people are not allowed to touch are definitely the most sensitive kind of dangerous goods.

According to this idea, Quill immediately regarded the bomb lying on the deck of the spaceship as the highest threat item.

However, such a sensitive bomb was just placed on the deck of the cabin.

The Rockets put on a look of complete indifference, even ignoring it.

In any case, such a thing is indeed a bit too challenging for Quill's inner limit.

"It's a bomb. I was going to find a box to put it in."

After stopping Quill, Rocket was still staring at the cylindrical structure in his hand, talking without raising his head.

Quill almost couldn't resist picking it up and throwing it out with such ease.

"Is it useful to put it in a box?"

Suppressing the desire that was full of grass and mud horses in his heart, Quill, who put on a bitter face, said helplessly.

And compared to the expression on Quayle's face, as if after eating a fly, he found that the fly came back from the toilet.

Rocket shrugged his shoulders lightly, stretched out his hand nonchalantly, and pulled out a box from under the seat beside him.

"A box, how about this... what is this?"

The box was small, painted army green with etched lettering, probably originally an ammo box or something.

Although the box is not big, it is full of sundries inside. After cleaning it, it is probably really suitable for bombs... right?

Since it was debris, it was naturally a lot of messy things, Rocket even saw a black sock inside.

However, soon, its gaze was fixed on a gift wrapped in colorful gift paper and wrapped with a red ribbon inside the box.

"Hey Quill, what's this thing?"

Rocket held the not-so-big gift in his hand, looked back at Peter Quill and asked.

PS:

I found that 20.00% of the words I post in the group every day are complaining about why I have to write so many words, 40.00% are complaining about why I need to code words, and [-]% of why writing is so difficult, I am so difficult ...... and so on