The vast, boundless depths of space.
Were not always filled with the flames of war.
Sometimes, they revealed a tranquil and magnificent side.
Su Ming's new flagship—
A larger, sleeker vessel that had undergone an initial transformation through his divine power,
Its paint job...
Still bearing the flashy glittery touches Quill had insisted on adding—the "New Milano Flagship Pro Max."
Was cruising leisurely at sublight speed.
Rather than traveling with urgency, it felt more like an interstellar stroll.
Inside the ship, the atmosphere was relaxed.
They had escaped the shadows of Ego and Dormammu, and new companions had joined them.
Their destination was the "filthy rich" Asgard.
Everyone was in high spirits.
Drax was trying to teach Groot weightlifting, only for little Groot to lift a part far larger than himself.
Instead, Drax ended up pinned beneath it.
Drawing laughter from everyone.
Rocket was boasting to Pietro about how he had once stormed Kyln Prison all by himself.
Spittle flew everywhere.
He had Quicksilver completely dazzled by his tall tales.
Mantis curiously sensed everyone's happy emotions, her antennae swaying with delight.
Wanda and Gamora were quietly exchanging shopping tips on the side.
Yondu leaned against the porthole.
Using his new golden Yaka Arrow to whistle an off-key but surprisingly catchy tune.
Gold One seemed to enjoy it as well, its hum carrying its own reverberation.
Su Ming sat in the main seat, his eyes half-closed.
He appeared to be dozing, but was actually still savoring the divine power flowing through him and that bizarre "Golden Core" quip.
Quill sat in the pilot's seat.
Bobbing his head along to his treasured cassette of classic hits.
Every now and then, he even busted out an improvised moonwalk through space.
"Say, can't we just open a portal straight to Asgard?"
Quill asked as