[The scene changes to show Gamora yelling angrily in front of the spaceship.]
["Look! Where's the other half of our spaceship?!!"]
[Star-Lord murmured quietly: "It's my ship."]
[Gamora ignored his muttering and continued angrily: "Any one of you can lead us across the stars safely!"]
["If you are willing to use your head instead of your lower body to fly the spaceship!" She said angrily and walked away.]
[Star-Lord didn't care about Gamora's anger and said to Drax: "If I had hands on my lower body, I could definitely use them to land the spaceship!"]
[Gamora got angry when she saw Star-Lord's nonchalant look: "Peter! We were almost killed by your arrogance!"]
[Star-Lord immediately diverted her firepower upon seeing this, and pointed at Rocket and said, "It's because he stole the Anulax Batteries!"]
["That's called a Harbulary battery!"]
[After hearing what Drax said, Star-Lord was a little speechless, and opened his hands and said, "No! Don't call it that!"]
[Rocket looks at Star-Lord, "You know why I do this? Star-Munch! Huh? Because I want to!!!"]
[Hearing Rocket address him, Star-Lord whispered, "My name is not Star-Munch! Idiot!"]
["Why are we discussing this? Just now a little man blew up fifty spaceships to save us!" Rocket also knew how to change the subject.]
[Sure enough, Drax was immediately attracted by him: "How small?"]
["Well! I don't know, maybe this small?" Rocket used his fingers to measure, about two centimeters in size.]
[Gamora put her hands on her hips and felt a little unbelievable: "A one-inch man saved us?"]
[Rocket tilted his head, "Well! If he were closer, he would definitely be bigger, right?"]
["That's called perspective! You stupid raccoon!" Star-Lord complained.]
[Rocket heard the word raccoon and immediately glared at him, "Don't call me raccoon!"]
["I'm sorry! I went too far! I meant to say trash panda!" Star-Lord's humble tone made Rocket confused as to whether he was apologizing or mocking himself.]
[He looked at the others, "Will that be better?"]
[Drax shook his head, "I don't know!"]
[Then he raised his eyes and asked Star-Lord to explain.]
[Star-Lord chuckles, "This is worse. This is much worse!"]
[While saying this, I couldn't stop smiling.]
[Rocket immediately gets angry and rushes towards him, "You are a... I've had enough of you!"]
["No! Don't come over here!"]
[Nebula watched Star-Lord and Rocket fighting, and when she looked up she saw a spaceship above their heads, and she immediately raised the alarm.]
["Someone is following you from the jump point!"]
[Rocket and Star-Lord immediately stopped what they were doing and looked upwards warily.]
[Rocket pulls out the gun from his back, stretches it out, and turns his back to everyone.]
["Let me go, you need my help!"]
["I'm not stupid! Nebula!" Gamora rejected Nebula's proposal without even thinking about it.]
[Nebula persisted and advised: "If you refuse to help in a battle, you are being stupid!"]
[But Gamora knew Nebula's character very well, "As soon as I let you go, you will attack me!"]
[Nebula lowered her head when she heard that, "No! I won't!"]
[Star-Lord looked up at the oval-shaped spaceship in the sky and said, "Shouldn't a master assassin like you be a good liar?"]
[Drax looked at the spaceship and said confidently: "I bet it's that little man!"]
[The spaceship slowly landed in front of Star-Lord and the others, crushing the remaining trees as it landed. Two figures were vaguely revealed in the yellow film of light.]
[The strong wind made Gamora's red hair flutter. When the noise gradually died down, she put down her hand that was covering her forehead.]
[The yellow film of light disappeared, and Ego came out with Mantis, the Mantis Girl, and looked at them.]
[Ego looked at Star-Lord, a smile appeared on his face, and he sighed, "After so many years, I finally found you!"]
[Star-Lord narrowed his eyes and looked at Ego and said, "Who are you?"]
[Ego tilted his head and said: "I think my handsome and weathered appearance is enough to explain it! My name is Ego... I'm your father! Peter!"]
[Star-Lord frowned, then slowly widened his eyes and looked at Ego in disbelief.]
"Ego?" Star-Lord's voice carried a mix of disbelief and recognition as he crouched in the woods, carefully examining the strange flower he'd finally located among the dead leaves and fallen branches.
He could sense something deeply unsettling about the plant. It didn't look natural—more like something alive and aware, watching him with invisible eyes.
Tony knelt beside him, the Mark 15's scanning array materializing around his wrist as he ran a detailed analysis. After a moment, his frown deepened. "What the hell is this thing?"
"What's wrong, Tony?" Steve asked, keeping watch as he scanned the surrounding forest for any signs of trouble.
"Its root system goes impossibly deep. I can't even detect the bottom—we're talking at least ten kilometers down, maybe more."
Scott tapped the flower's stem with his knuckles, immediately pulling his hand back with a grimace. "Honestly? This gives me the creeps. We should destroy it before it becomes a problem."
Gamora crossed her arms, studying the anomalous plant with a warrior's instincts. "And how exactly do you plan to do that?"
Tony's eyes narrowed as he processed Jarvis's increasingly alarming data. "Conventional methods won't work—trying to uproot this thing would be like setting off an earthquake. We're going to need some serious magical firepower."
"I'll call Wanda," Natasha said, already reaching for her phone. "If anyone can handle something this weird, it's her."
Meanwhile, light-years away, Ego watched the cosmic screen with a mixture of anticipation and growing anxiety. Seeing himself reunited with his son filled him with genuine joy, but he knew the screen had an unfortunate habit of revealing inconvenient truths.
He needed to reach Peter before that happened—bring the boy back to his true body where he could either willingly join the grand design or serve as a backup power source if persuasion failed.
The thought spurred him to increase his pace toward Earth. Through various intelligence networks, he'd learned that Star-Lord and his team had made their way to the primitive planet. Now it was just a matter of time.
What he hadn't anticipated was how quickly Tony Stark and his allies would grow suspicious of a simple flower. Their paranoia might actually work in his favor—or complicate everything beyond repair.
Elsewhere in the galaxy, Carina had managed to acquire a new spacecraft, though her piloting skills left much to be desired. If she'd been competent behind the controls, Nebula never would have been able to shoot her down in the first place.
Naturally, Nebula had taken over flying duties, but now they faced a more fundamental problem: where to go.
"We should head for Xandar," Carina insisted, her golden features tight with worry. "The Nova Corps can protect us there."
Nebula's mechanical fingers drummed against the control panel. "Walking straight into their hands isn't protection—it's surrender. They'll just lock us up."
The argument had been going in circles for hours. Finally, Carina relented. She'd never experienced long-distance space travel before, and the vastness of it all was beginning to overwhelm her. "Fine. Where do you suggest we go first?"
The question caught Nebula off guard. She stared out at the star field ahead, realizing with uncomfortable clarity that her entire life had been built around violence and conquest. The universe was enormous, filled with countless worlds and civilizations, yet she could barely think of a single place that would welcome someone like her.