Marvel turns into Iron Man

When he saw the gift Rocket was holding, Quill was like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

"No, don't touch it, this one won't work, this one won't—"

Shouting, he snatched the gift package from Rocket and stuffed it back into the box.

Immediately afterwards, Quill kicked up again, kicking the tightly stuffed box back directly under the chair again.

"Hey, what are you doing, what's the matter?"

Rocket couldn't understand why Quill was so vigilant about this gift, even to the point of avoiding talking about it.

But it did see a pleading look on the other party's face, so it wisely didn't ask any further.

Everyone has something hard to talk about, even the Rockets have a dark past.

Quill was mad at it because of the gift, and Rocket understood him, so it didn't ask any more.

It took about a few seconds to calm down my somewhat excited mood.

Immediately afterwards, Quill's eyes fell on the pile of parts beside the rocket.

"So... what are those things?"

"...a weapon, a set of weapons that will save us from danger."

It seemed that he was surprised that Quill could sort out his emotions so well, maybe it was surprised that Quill would ask himself these questions.

When talking about the parts around him, Rocket's face immediately showed a somewhat fanatical expression.

"Or, if you want to use it to blow up satellites, it's okay—"

The fanatical expression on its canine raccoon face always makes people feel inexplicable.

That weird feeling probably means that that kind of humanized expression shouldn't appear on animals.

However, when Quayle savored Rocket's answer carefully, he discovered a shocking problem.

Perhaps, it was precisely because of the answer Rocket gave him that Quill understood such a thing.

Raccoon Rocket number 89P13, a super raccoon that has undergone genetic experiments.

In fact, it was a complete explosive, a real munitions maniac.

At the same time, this also seems to explain why the rocket's name is Rocket, rather than something else.

What the hell is it trying to do, is it appropriate to make a bomb patchwork weapon on his Miranda?

Maybe the weapons on the ship were not enough for it to play, or it was because of some other strange reason.

It's just that watching the rocket debug the weapon it put together without taking everyone's safety into consideration.

Quill felt like his brain was about to explode... Well, at least it didn't really explode.

After Rocket repeatedly confirmed that he had dismantled the bomb, he turned and left with a headache.

It's a pity that before Quill left, he didn't see the sly smile behind Rocket.

Perhaps, having such a group of temporary teammates who were like mentally handicapped, he was really unlucky for eight lifetimes.

Fortunately, this delicate alliance probably ended after the cosmic spirit ball was delivered to the buyer.

When he got the money, Quill himself didn't care what happened——

The cabin on the middle deck of the Miranda is not too small. In the center of the room is an oval table with holographic imaging equipment embedded in it.

When he came to the middle of the room, Gamora glanced at him too, but quickly looked away.

"Hey, can I ask you a question?"

Quill slowly walked to Gamora's side, but he opened his mouth as if trying to strike up a conversation.

Gamora glared at him without saying anything, and the atmosphere suddenly became stiff.

"I just want to know one thing, where are we sailing?"

But fortunately, it seems that this is not the first time Quill has seen such a cold girl.

At the moment, although the other party ignored him, he still opened his mouth and continued.

As he spoke, he leaned against the edge of the long oval table with a curious look on his face.

"Even if I tell you, it doesn't mean anything to you."

This time, Gamora did not continue to remain silent.

Although she still didn't look him in the eye, she at least answered his question.

"It's not a good place, it's even a little dangerous, do you dare to go?"

"What you said, I am Star Lord, when have I been afraid?"

Hearing Quill's rebuttal, Gamora glanced at him silently, but there was a contemptuous smile on her face.

It's true that Gamora has never met a guy like Peter Quill, she just isn't interested in him.

"Hey, if you really want to cooperate, I think we'd better have a little more trust between us."

As if aware that he was underestimated by the woman in front of him, Quill had an awkward look on his face.

"Well, then I would like to ask - how much trust do you have in me?"

The question was thrown back to Quill by Gamora again, leaving Quill speechless.

This is just a temporary team, and there is really no trust between each other.

The atmosphere became a little awkward, and there was an urgent need for a point to break the embarrassment without being obtrusive.

Looking down, Quill naturally noticed the silver metal sphere in Gamora's hand.

"Okay...... If you are willing to tell me what this thing is, maybe I will trust you a little more."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, took the Cosmic Spirit Ball from Gamora's hand, and tossed it lightly.

Maybe it's because Gamora didn't sense the malice in Quill's face, so Gamora didn't stop him.

The silver metal sphere brought back from Morag was thrown again and again by Quill between the two of them.

"I just know...it seems to be some kind of powerful weapon or something."

Recalling what the broker said to him, Quill's face inexplicably showed a hint of thought.

But soon, he thought that the broker had made him lose 50 star coins because of the name Ronan.

Quill's face immediately became a little bitter, and then became a little inexplicably happy.

Because he saw the woman in front of him, and then thought of the value of this spirit ball.

Four billion star coins, thanks to the broker for kicking Ronan out after hearing his name.

"Actually, I don't know what it is."

Gamora looked at the cosmic spirit ball placed on the table by Quill, folded her arms around her chest, and said coldly.

"If it's really a weapon, maybe we can use it against Ronan."

And when Drax on the side heard this, he also leaned over.

PS:

I finally understand why the ordinary people portrayed in Tomorrow's Ark are so afraid of those infected with Originium Disease