Chapter 3- Mugs aren't food


SMASH! I jolt awake from my sleep to see the grey man in my kitchen.


"What are you doing?" I asked him as I looked at the smashed mug on the floor


"I wanted to see what food you had in this place but clearly nothing eatable."


"Dude please tell me you did just try and eat my mug."


His silence indicated that he did indeed try that. I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose.


"Look how about this I make you and your friends breakfast and we will have a little chat, my father and uncles probably won't be awake until this afternoon."


The grey man nodded and left the room as I started making pancakes as all the grey man returned, the talking raccoon, the walking tree and the green lady came into the room.


"So you said you wanted to talk." Said the green lady


"I do..." I said before I was cut off by a knock at the door.


"Hold that through." I said I went to answer the door but then a gun was shoved in my face. Before the man could pull the trigger on the gun, I grabbed the gun out of my hoodie and shoot him in the head covering my face in his blood.


"Why can't I just have one day were people don't try and kill me and chase me." I said with a sigh


Oh if your wondering yes I do were my hoodie almost twenty four seven with my two guns in it.


I throw the man's dead body over the side of the railing as I watched it fall to the concert floor, SLASPH! So much blood and his body's bones was smashed into a million piece. So much RED. I lock my door and go back inside the apartment.


"Who was that at the door?" asked the green lady


"Dead now, anyway you guys can eat pancakes and fill me in on why the fuck aliens had to sleep at my apartment last night."


"But before you guys start I should tell you I would like names because I can't keep calling you guys green lady or walking tree.


"I am Groot."


"Okay so the trees name is Groot, moving on." I said before the raccoon said


"No the tree called you an asshat but yeah groot is his name."


"I am groot." The tree said again


"He also said he hates hats." Rocket translated for us.


"Thank groot I already know I am asshat ." I said rolling my eyes


"My name is Rocket and not raccoon thank you very much."


"Nice, what about you too?" I asked


"I am drakes."


"Wait are we just going to ignore the fact he just killed somebody?" asked the green lady


"Would you like me to introduce myself, would that make you feel better?"


"Very much." Said the lady with a lot of sass


"My Original name is Mysclaw 'Gemini' Stilinski but I no longer uses that name. My legal name is Mischief 'Scarlett' Wilson. My alias is known as Red and I am a mercenary." I told her and the rest of her gang.


"So you kill people for money."


"Only the people I don't like sweetheart." I said in a flirting people


"Why are the people of quills home planet so ugly." Said drakes


"Said the person who looks like gratified Cerement." I retorted


"What the hell is Cerement." Said Rocket


I just rolled my eyes and asked, "So what's your name girly?" I asked her


"Garmora and don't call me girly if you value your life." She said pointing her sword at my chest


"Let's not kill the only person that is willing not to turn you into the cops now." I said moving the pointed sword away from my chest.


I heard groaning and I turned around to see my father waking up after our {his} night partying.


"Stiles need coffeeee!!!" he moaned as we walked into the kitchen


"Crap." I muttered as he saw the space bubbies in our kitchen.


"MISCHEIF SCARLETT WILSON, what have I told you about bring your work home with you?" asked my father making me look at the wooden floor


"Our home is for relaxing and not for murdering or torturing people in... but dad, these guys just need a place to lay low for awhile from the cops and then they will be out of our hair."


He sighed in defeat. "Fine they can stay just give me coffee and how in the bloody name of taco bell do you not have a hangover?"


I shrugged as I got him his coffee before he sat down on the lounge chair next to Bullet not noticing him.


I turn back to the space buddies and said "So are you going to tell me why the fuck on my birthday I had to hid your asses?"


"We got into a fight with Yondo and his man blasted us through a jump whole which landed us on Earth." Explained Garmora


"I am going to take it this Quill you mentioned early is actually a human and not something out of a sci-fi movie like you lot."


"Is he always this insulting?" asked Rocket to my father


"He was worse when he was 13 this, this is nothing."


Suddenly my phone started ringing making me groan in frustration.


"Kid do yourself a favour and don't answer it, you only got back from your last mission 2 days ago." Said my father sipping his coffee


"What if it's important?"


"Well Matt, Foggy and I am here so whoever it is can fuck off for a week." said my father with his right eyebrow twitching


I sighed in defeat and don't answer my phone.


"So people from space how are you getting back because Earth's tech sucks ass."


"Rocket will set up a beacon which Peter will then use to find us." Explained Garmora


"Okay how the hell is Peter?"


"That's quills first name." explained the talking monkey, I mean Rocket


"So how long do you expect to be here for?"


"About 3 days max." said the talking cinder block


"Okay then I guess you will be staying here for three days."


Suddenly my phone starts ringing again making me groan.


"Don't answer it."


I looked at my phone again as my father said,


"Don't do it."


I look at my phone yet again giving in and answering it.


"Here we go again." Grumbled my father as I rolled my eyes


"Krasnyy {Red}." I answered in Russian


"Akh, mirey Kransnaya, menya zovut Mister L, u menya yest' missiya dlya tebya, ty prinimayesh'? {Ah, Misure Red, My name is Mr L, I have a mission for you, do you accept?}"


"Da {yes}." I answered


"Khorosho {Good}." Mr L said in his French accent


"Ваша миссия, Misure Red, чтобы убить Киллиана Эдвардса и вернуть сердце льва и доставить мне, звук достаточно прост? {Your mission, Misure Red is to kill Killian Edwards and retrieve the lion's heart and deliver to me, sound easy enough?}"


"Da {Yes}" I said as he said


"The information will be at your door step by the morning, Misure Red, I look forward to working with you." Said Mr L in Russian before he hang up.


I turned to see the space buddies giving me a weird look.


"I am Groot." Said groot


"Groot said what the fuck were you talking in?"


"You're telling me your from space and can speak English but you have never heard Russian?"


"Yes." Said Drakes


"Okay well I have a mission tomorrow so what do you guys need me for today?"


"There is nothing really we can do at the moment, rocket is on the roof setting up the beacon but while we have time I would like to know about thus Russian you speak." Said Garmora


"You do know there is more languages on earth then Russian right?"


"There is?" asked Drakes


I nodded


"There is roughly 6500 languages that can be spoken on earth."


"How many can you speak?" asked Garmora


"Only about 20 of them."


"Well he bet me because I can only speak two." Said my dad who I had forgotten was still in the room.


"Who tort you Russian?" asked Garmora causing me to stiffen


"We do not speak his name." I said gritting my teeth as I left the kitchen and retreated to the guns room.


Leaving a confused Garmora and a frustrated father.


Yeah not my best move.

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