Peter Quill
Aliens! Cool. Cool cool cool cool -- oh. Not all that abnormal, honestly.
Well, the invasion thing was kinda crappy, but Quill had to admit he'd seen it all before. Good for him and everyone else, he was hella armed already -- his two usual blasters in his hands and his brand new one on his belt, too. Because why not have three?
Oh, and rocket boots. But he always had those too. It made it easy, so easy, to zoom past who he assumed was the half bar owner of Pancho's who also might be Sonny Bono now, but like, also spiderman?
"Eye on the sky, buddy," he said, blasting at some of that debris to break it up into smaller and less lethal bits. "There'll be no turnin' back time if you get clobbered by rocks!"