The bridge was deathly silent.
Every last one of them stared wide-eyed and open-mouthed at the petite figure who had appeared out of thin air in the middle of their bridge.
The air seemed to freeze.
A few seconds later, their brief astonishment gave way to another emotion.
"Pfft..."
Someone failed to hold back and let out a snicker.
Then the entire bridge erupted in laughter.
"Hahahaha! I thought we had someone dangerous on our hands! Turns out it's just a chick!"
"Scared the shit out of me! How'd you get in? Crawl through a dog flap?"
"Look at her, all skinny and soft! Has Asgard run out of people? They're sending little girls now?"
The Ravagers relaxed, the fear of the unknown they had felt moments earlier vanishing in an instant.
They had no idea how she had gotten in, but even if she really was an Asgardian, a little girl boarding their warship all alone was practically asking to die.
Yondu sat in his command chair, his expression easing as well.
He pointed at Hermione and ordered a particularly vicious-looking, scar-faced brute beside him, "Taserface, go grab her! Fuck, we'll make Asgard pay a ransom for her!"
"Heh heh, you got it, boss!"
Taserface grinned savagely, flexed his fists, and strode toward Hermione.
"Don't blame us for getting rough, little lady. You're the one who came knocking!"
The other Ravagers jeered along, their eyes full of mockery.
As far as they were concerned, a fat sheep had just walked straight into their hands. So what if she was from Asgard? Anyone who crossed the Ravagers would still get fleeced!
But just as Taserface was about to touch Hermione...
Hermione did not even look up at him. She merely raised her hand slightly.
Whoosh!
A ball of fire with