In space, a standardized burgundy fleet traveled around the reinforced Milano.
Every spaceship
was filled with an atmosphere as lively as an interstellar carnival.
Everyone wore the joy of a bountiful harvest on their faces.
The cabins were piled high with all kinds of "spoils."
There was barely anywhere to step.
Rocket lay sprawled atop a pile of energy weapons and precision components.
His little paws counted rapidly.
"Three crates of high-explosive grenades, five sets of miniature jump engines, a dozen energy cores...
We're rich, we're rich!
Groot!
Don't chew on my gold-plated bearings like they're cookies!"
Drax proudly displayed the metal monster statue he had carried back.
"Look! This symbolizes strength and glory!
Put it at the cafeteria entrance, and everyone will have a better appetite!"
Everyone looked at the hideous statue and silently worried about their appetites.
Yondu, meanwhile, elegantly polished several ancient artworks.
He hummed a little tune, clearly more satisfied with this sort of haul.
Quill tried to connect that alien jukebox to the ship's systems.
He played some energetic music.
He also showed off a pair of magical sunglasses he had found, supposedly capable of boosting one's charm.
Mantis sat quietly amid a pile of crystals that radiated calming emotions.
She rubbed her aching forearms.
She had held that crouching tiger pouncing pose for far too long...
Even Loki,
though tied up like a dumpling and tossed into a corner,
kept his eyes fixed on several Asgardian-style treasures that had been casually placed nearby.
He was calculating whether he had a chance to swipe one or two.
Wanda played with a mysterious gemstone.
The energy within it seemed capable of resonating with her Chaos Magic.
Tiny magic circles formed and vanished around her one after another.
Her magical fluctuations visibly increased.
Pietro hugged the Space-Folding