Guardians of the Galaxy

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Peter.

Your momma wants to speak with you.

Come on, Pete.

Take these fool things off.

Why have you been fighting with

the other boys again, baby?

Peter?

They killed a little frog

that ain't done nothing.

Smushed it with a stick.

You're so like your daddy.

You even look like him.

And he was an angel.

- Composed out of pure light.

- Mer?

You got a present there

for Peter, don't you?

Of course.

There.

I've got you covered, Pete.

You open it up when I'm gone, okay?

Your grandpa

is gonna take such good care of you.

At least until your daddy

comes back to get you.

Take my hand.

Peter.

Pete, come on.

Take my hand.

Mom?

No! No! No! No!

Mom! No!

- Come with me.

- No!

No!

You've got to stay here. Please.

No...

Okay?

No.

Mom!

Drop it!

Hey.

- Drop it, now!

- Hey, cool, man. No problem.

No problem at all.

How do you know about this?

I don't even know what that is.

I'm just a junker, man.

I was just checking stuff out.

You don't look like a junker.

You're wearing Ravager garb.

This is just an outfit, man.

- Ninja Turtle, you better stop poking me.

- What is your name?

My name is Peter Quill, okay?

Dude, chill out.

- Move!

- Why?

Ronan may have questions for you.

Hey, you know what? There's another

name you might know me by.

Star-Lord.

- Who?

- Star-Lord, man. Legendary outlaw.

- Guys?

- Move!

Forget this.

Peter?

What happened?

Hey...

I...

- Bereet.

- Bereet!

Look, I'm gonna be totally honest

with you. I forgot you're here.

Scattered riots broke out

across the Kree Empire today

protesting the recent peace

treaty signed by the Kree Emperor

and Xandar's Nova Prime.

Peter, you have call.

- No, wait, don't!

- Quill?

Hey, Yondu.

I'm here on Morag.

Ain't no Orb, ain't no you.

Well, I was in the neighborhood.

I thought I'd save you the hassle.

Well, where are you at now, boy?

I feel really bad about this,

but I'm not gonna tell you that.

- I slaved putting this deal together.

- Slaved?

Making a few calls is "slaved"?

I mean, really?

And now you're gonna rip me off!

We do not do that to each other.

We're Ravagers. We got a code.

Yeah, and that code is

"steal from everybody."

- When I picked you up on Terra...

- "Picked me up."

- ...these boys of mine wanted to eat you.

- Yeah?

They ain't never tasted

any Terran before.

I stopped them.

You're alive because of me!

I will find you, I will...

Put a bounty on him! Forty K.

- But I want him back alive.

- Yeah, Cap.

- Alive?

- That's what I said.

I told you when you picked that kid up,

you should have delivered him

like we was hired to do!

He was cargo!

- You have always been soft on him.

- You're the only one I'm being soft on!

Now, don't you worry about Mr. Quill.

As soon as we get him back here,

I'm gonna kill him myself.

What we do need to worry about,

is who else out there wants that Orb!

They call me "terrorist,"

"radical," "zealot,"

because I obey the ancient

laws of my people, the Kree,

and punish those who do not.

Because I do not forgive your people

for taking the life of my father,

and his father,

and his father before him.

A thousand years of war between

us will not be forgotten!

You can't do this! Our government

signed a peace treaty.

My government knows no shame.

You Xandarians and your

culture are a disease.

You

will never rule Xandar.

No.

I will cure it!

Ronan,

Korath has returned.

Master, he is a thief,

an outlaw who calls himself Star-Lord.

But we have discovered

he has an agreement

to retrieve the Orb for

an intermediary known

as The Broker.

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