Early the next morning, Alvin quietly met up with the drastically transformed Rocket Raccoon.
They smoothly teleported across the Bifrost to the Nidavellir that had been mentioned so often.
No one came to see them off, and Alvin didn't want to disturb the sleeping Fox and Ginny...
A journey through space was merely another, slightly more dangerous game. There was no need to make it overly sentimental. After all, defeating Ronan was only a matter of time.
Yesterday's battle had lasted two hours, and the "Men's Club" had suffered a miserable defeat...
Although Frank and the others might have been holding back, the girls' ferocity had still far exceeded Alvin and the others' expectations.
The unluckiest one, Bucky, had been struck in the groin by Natasha again while taking his "revenge." Steve, horrified, had sent him to the School Nurse's Office, where he spent a miserable night clutching an ice pack.
Oh, and there were Nick and the other bad boys. Whether intentionally or not, everyone had forgotten about them...
When Frank, as a father, had wanted to check on his unlucky son, Shirley had overpowered him and "kidnapped" him back home for an intense post-battle education session.
As for the unlucky Nick and his friends, they could only howl from the deepest part of the Detention Room, truly experiencing what it felt like to be on an Indian train.
The only difference was that the real thing smelled of curry, while theirs smelled foul...
On his second trip through the Bifrost, Alvin still couldn't withstand that irritating dizziness...
Standing among a stretch of charred rocks, Alvin painfully covered his mouth and dry-heaved twice before naturally wiping it on Rocket Raccoon's new hairstyle.
Rocket Raccoon angrily stamped his feet and carefully adjusted the comma on his forehead that made people