Private to Peter Quill
I have been added erroneously to your team distribution group, but as Nebula and Drax are your only team members present, and both appear to be addicted to a Terran plant with psychotropic properties, I do not know that they can provide you adequate intel.
They both appear to be in good health, and claim that this is only a temporary pleasant feeling. I do not trust it.
This reality is boring and when there is no villain to battle, the heroes in it do not seem to find it necessary to find their own gainful employment but rather earn credits by putting their names on frozen desserts. That way they have time to sit around getting stoned. Or high. Or baked. Urban Dictionary has taught me that these are all synonyms because Terran vocabulary is ridiculous.
While I had heard rumors of your powers, I am impressed that your ability to perform pelvic sorcery has even managed to cross a reality divide. I have promised the Destroyer of My Father that I would eliminate all that threaten his progeny, so if you do not intend a repeat performance, I would suggest you tread carefully with that one. She is pretty though....