Thirty Three Rounds Per Minute || Richard (rchardriders) & Peter (yourprincestarlord)

yourprincestarlord:

Save a world full of helpless humans and what do you get? Everyone and their pet after your hide. It’s not the first time it’s happened to Peter, and he’d doubt it’d be the last. The one thing he hated about it though was that he had to hang out in dives like these, rubbing elbows with the dregs of the galaxy in order to get a drink.

Putting a glass to his lips, his ears caught the murmured words coming from a corner.

“— Nova Centurion—”

Frowning, Peter paid more attention. Richie’s death was still a wound that hadn’t quite healed over, and probably never would if Peter was brutally honest with himself.

“—much do you think they’ll sell the Nova for?”

“More than you can afford, Koewrl.”

“Still, who knows, they might give a discount—”

Peter’s lips thinned as he listened to the rest of the conversation. Slavery still existing was an unfortunate fact of life in fringe space no matter how much the Guardians and other peacekeeping forces tried to stomp it out. Draining his glass he stood and made his way out after memorizing the details. He didn’t know if this was real, if there really was a Nova Centurion held captive. It was still someone.

It could also be a trap. But he still needed to check. He’d never forgive himself if it was real and he didn’t do anything.

Richard hadn’t really excepted to be alive after the whole issue with Thanos but then again, he didn’t except to be trapped in some kind of dungeon with chains around him. They weren’t ordinary chains either, imbued with magic or something of the sort. He hated magic as much as Jack Flag hated cosmic stuff, though Doctor Strange was a great man. He would rather be dead, then in this situation he had found himself in. After all he figured he needed the rest from saving the galaxy more times than he can count, but no, he had to find out of Peter had survived, if — when he got out of this hell hole. It wasn’t the first time he’d tired to escape and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. The first time Richard had tried going against his captors was just days after he returned to the land of the living, he had been dead to Worldmind, and in a significantly weakened state, when they came and overpowered him; he escaped their transport shortly after but was recaptured and they’d slapped something onto his wrists. Said inhibitors that were dampening his Nova Force didn’t help matters when he tried his prison break multiple times, to no avail.

He’d been beaten for his transgressions, but not too badly, his captors wanting to “preserve the quality of the product” like he was their’s to sell. Rich had spat in their faces and gotten a painful blow to the stomach because of it. They didn’t know who he was, and he wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of knowing that they had captured the Nova Prime. His captors knew they managed to bag a lone centurion scouting their area, but they weren’t smart enough to know who he was. Though, when he was out and powered, he’ll be sure to let them know. He wasn’t the only prisoner there, and he vowed to rescue them when that happened.

Whispers from the guards had informed Richard that they were having an auction and that he was the main attraction, the prized prize. It was the best time to stage another escape, and lose them in the crowd. So he plotted as they dragged him out to the centre of the stage.