"Did you say Ronan?" Gamora asked with murder in her eyes.
"I think she said Roman," Peter said, a little more calmly.
"Uh, hi." Rory said a little awkwardly with a waive. "You probably don't remember me. I was written out of existence and brought back from a pocket dimension from the Doctor." He was turning a lovely shade of red himself.
Gamora's murder face softened only slightly as she looked Rory over. Nope, none of the Guardians remembered him. And they were sort of self-centered jerks that didn't think too hard about that.
"Outlaws," Drax humphed. "They didn't even try to take the ship."
Gamora, who did not know hand shaking customs, offered her hand as well, though not anywhere close to Natasha's before giving her a nod. The Guardians walked back to their ship and took off. Apparently sitting in idle cost quite a bit in fuel money and they were between jobs.
The Doctor didn't fight Steve when he carried her. Sleep sounded fantastic. But she didn't have time to sleep. She had to explain what was wrong. She protested only slightly which came off as more petulant than urgent.
"Don't let me sleep for more than a few minutes..." she could afford a few minutes, couldn't she? There was a small, angry red mark on her neck. The way the scar healed it looked like a tiny hand print left by a rude pixie. "I need your help."