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 "Cool it, Scott. Still not sure what's going on here," Hope said forcefully. She reached for Scott's hurt head one more time, but at him starting to yelp again, she gave up for the moment and looked around suspiciously. "Search for a window or something," she said. "There must be a ve-" "You two haven't found a way out yet?" Scott asked dubiously.  "You're really great at interrupting today, aren't you? Vent. I was going to say vent." All of the sudden faint music started to play. Mr. Blue Sky? ".... Please no," Hank murmured. "Quill?!"* Hope said incredulously.  "Who again?" Scott asked. "That's "Star-Lord" to you!" said a voice over the music.  Hank was pinching his forehead. "I am not doing this again. Not after the...." "Taxi Incident?!" "Quill"/Peter said nervously, peeking around a corner. Hank and him locked eyes and shuddered...

"Hope," he called, relieved. The door opened from the other side. They embraced. "Hello, Scott." "Hank!..." Scott started to hug the doctor, but when he drew away he settled for an awkward handshake. (Like anybody was satisfied with that.) "What are you- uhm, actually, where are we?" Scott asked. Hope started, seemingly exasperated, when Scott interrupted. "Also, why are you here, who knocked me out, why was my suit here, why are YOU in suit, and why is Hank's hair so... disheveled?  Hank gave Scott an icy glare. Scott raised his hands in surrender.  "It was a long night," Hank shot coldly. "You got knocked out?" Hope asked, eyebrows raised behind her mask. "Well apparently- do I have a bruise?" Scott wondered. "Take the mask of, genius, and we'll tell you. It's hard to talk to you in mask anyway," Hank said blandly. "Ahh." Hope lifted it off. "Oohf," she said, wincing. ...

 Hi it's Alyssa!  Just wanted to let you know before I continue- I have only seen a fraction of the Marvel movies, so I'll add more references once I've seen more. Goodbye, and start reading! (Scott puts Cassie to bed, insert funny/cute conversation before "Goodnight, Peanut.") He shut the door behind him creakily before turning around. A flash of pain on his forehead, and everything. Went. Black. "Ungh..." Scott awakes to a bright light. He sits up sharply, and hits his head on a lamp. "Ow!" He barks, wiping his mouth. Had he been drooling? Never mind. Where was he? The room was colored a pastel coral, with a nightstand with a lamp and book labeled "DoN't EveN tRY". Obviously, because Scott was a human being, he tried opening the book. "Wait... is this a plastic book?" he said aloud as he failed to pry it open. "Who makes a plastic book this... nmmf... size..." he faltered. He looked down at himself, giving up...