Author's Note: I'm really sorry about the lack of updates you guys! I have been suuuuuper busy! With work, my brother getting engaged, having to baby sit my niece so much, getting a new car, and having relationship problems. Ugh. Any way, I powered through this super quickly for you guys. I have also been having more ideas, so my writing has been spread out. I'm hoping to keep a decent update pace up for you guys. If not, I apologize in advance.

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We were taken to the department for identification, and went through our records. I sighed, being the last person in the line. I stood there, with my arms crossed, looking anywhere but the large glass in front of me. I could tell they could see me, but on my side, it was a mirror finish. I could only see myself, hugging my arms around my jacket. I was glad I couldn't hear them talking about my history, I didn't want to remember. Once I heard the buzzer, I walked out, and they handcuffed me once more. Great, my favorite thing ever.

It wasn't long before we were stuck in a ship, and sent off to the Kyln. For most of the ride, we were silent, and I could feel the chills running up and down my back. I hadn't been in prison before. I gulped, seeing it not too far off. Peter was on my right since I was squished in the corner. He glanced at me, and tried to offer me a smile, but I couldn't return it, I was too scared.

"I am Groot," The tree creature said, turning to look at the small furry creature.

"Yeah. I guess Nova Corp want to uphold the laws." The furry creature tells him, "But these ones here? They're corrupt, and cruel. But hey, that's not my problem." He laughs slightly. "I ain't gonna be here long, I escaped twenty two prisons. This one is no different." I slink down into my seat, groaning and putting my head against Peter's shoulder. The ride only lasts a few more minutes, and it mostly goes on about the furry creature talking to the tree, Rocket and Groot as I figure out their names. We exit, in order, the female, who I hear is Gamora, then Rocket, Peter, and I follow, just in front of Groot.

"I'm sorry I got you caught up in this, Kitty." Peter says over his shoulder. I shrug my shoulders a bit before I reply.

"Guess it was gonna happen eventually." He raises an eyebrow and goes to talk, but I cut him off. "And for the last time, it's Kutty."

"You're lucky the broad showed up." Rocket says, going on. "Otherwise, Groot and I would be collecting that bounty right now! You'd be getting drawn and quartered by Yondu and those Ravagers."

"I've had a lot of folks try to kill me over the years," Peter said, unamused with Rocket's unending talking. "I ain't about to be brought down by a tree and a talking raccoon."

"HOLD!" The guards make us stop, allowing other prisoners to go through the hallway before us.

"What's a raccoon?" I faintly hear from Rocket.

"'What's a raccoon?' It's what you are, stupid." Peter says and I can hear the irritation in his voice. Gamora turns, giving us a look before turning around again.

"Ain't no thing like me, except me!" Rocket boasts, poking himself in the chest with his thumbs. I roll my eyes, hearing a faint groan from Peter.

"So, this orb," Peter begins talking as we start to walk again. "has a real, shiny, blue suitcase, arc of the covenant, maltese falcon, sorta vibe. What is it?"

"I am Groot!"

"So what? What's the orb?"

"Peter, it doesn't matter right now."

"I have no words for an honorless thief." Gamora says, not even turning around.

"Pretty high and mighty, coming from the lacky of a genocidal maniac." Rocket says, causing her to falter in the step and turn to look down at him, surprised. "Yeah, I know who you are. Anyone who is anyone knows who you are."

"Yeah! We know who you are! Who is she?" Peter asks me, and I shrug, trying to find a comfortable position to leave my hands in the handcuffs.

"I am Groot!" The tree behind me says a little forcefully, and I jump slightly, still not used to him being there.

"Yeah, you said that." Peter says, getting more annoyed.

"I wasn't retrieving the orb for Ronan, I was betraying him." Gamora said, obviously what Rocket said had got her into talking. "I had an agreement to sell it to a third party." We walked for a moment of silence, and I sighed, hearing Groot again say the same thing.

"Yeah. That was as exciting as the first eighty nine times you told me that. What is wrong with giving tree?"

"Peter, give him a break." I rolled my eyes, giving him a nudge.

"Well, he don't know talking good like me and you." Rocket explained from the front of the group. "So his vocabulisitics is limited to 'I' and 'am' and 'Groot'. Exclusively in that order."

"I can tell you what, that's gonna wear real thin, real fast." Peter said, his voice getting softer towards the end. "Hey!" I looked towards where he was looking and saw some guards with some of Peter's personal items. "Put that back!" He jumped through the door, and I squeaked, looking at the guards before attempting to jump in too, but one of the guards pulled me back as the door closed.

"Damn it, Peter!" I called through the door, but he was too occupied to hear me. This won't be ending well.

"Hey! You big blue bastard, take those headphones off!" He walks over, closer to the weird, blue guard. "Those are mine. Those belong at impound, that tape, and that player is mine!" Peter yelled at him, and the guard charged at him, hitting him with an electrical baton, causing Peter to fall to his knees. I pressed up against the metal cage, watching Peter recover from the blow. "Hooked On A Feeling, Blue Swede! 1973!" Peter said, his body heaving for breath slightly. "That song belongs to me!" He yelled, and resulted in getting hit with the electrical baton a few more times, before the guards dragged him out.

Immediately I rushed to his side. "Peter, are you alright?" They dropped him on the ground, and I touched his face, trying to help him in anyway. Shit, shit, shit. I hope he is alright. He let out a very small groan. "Come on, Pete, let's go." I slowly helped him stand, and he leaned against me for a moment before he could walk on his own. "Why would you do that?!" I screeched at the guard behind us, slipping past Groot, and going after one of the guards. The next thing I felt was a searing pain on the right side of my torso, and I fell. The pain burned through my body, causing me to black out.

I must have only been out for a moment, because I rolled over and we were in the same spot. I looked around, Peter and Groot beside me. I groaned, still feeling pain on my side but I grit my teeth and slowly stood. We walked on in silence, and two rooms down we were in line, waiting to get 'cleaned'. Peter ended up going first, since they fried him pretty well. It only took a few minutes, then I stepped in. I walked into the center of the large room, and had to strip down to my undergarments. Great, now I get to be gawked at. I stepped into a cage, and the door was shut behind me, as I stood there, trying to cover up my body from the guards. The orange slime hit me, causing me to stumble, slamming into the back walk of the cage. The orange slime was thick and cold, and I couldn't help but feel more dirty in my entire life. The goo got everywhere, and I gasped, turning and trying to catch my breath as it pelted me. It felt like hours later, they shut it off, and opened the door, pushing me, shivering and gooey into another room.

I slipped on the goo, falling against a small table. I looked back at them, seeing them walk off, and thought about going after them, but I wasn't up to it in this state. I slowly pulled myself up, hissing slightly, feeling the pain in my side from getting struck by the electric baton. I looked down, feeling the spot, and seeing an ugly black and purple splotch starting to form. "Son of a bitch." I muttered before looking up and damn near falling back across the table. "Peter! Don't sneak up on me in prison." I yelled at him, but he was just staring at the spot.

"Why did you do that?" He asked, looking up at my face finally. I went to walk away, but he grabbed my wrist, gently pulling me back. "That was a stupid move, you know. Getting hurt because of me."

"Can I please get dressed?" I asked, trying to cover myself, but he didn't let go. He shook his head before grabbing his towel and slowly and carefully drying off the bruise, inspecting it for any further damage. I held my breath, looking down at him since he still hadn't put his shirt on, but I didn't notice any marks on him, surprisingly. He had been hit several times, for longer. "C'mon Peter, I am fine." I gently tugged away, grabbing my own towel and quickly drying off as much as I could and sliding on the yellow jumpsuit provided. I glanced over at Peter, who was pulling his own shirt on as he made a pained face. I walked over, sitting beside him. "You ok?"

"Yeah, Kutty. I'm fine."

"No, you're not. You finally called me Kutty."

"Honest. I'm fine." He told me as he stretched out the pain, and we noticed Rocket walking in. We stopped talking for a moment, seeing him all pissed off, grabbing his own clothes. I glanced at Peter, trying to give the others their space. Soon Groot and Gamora joined, everyone was in matching yellow besides Groot. As we continued to walk, towards the prison common area, the guards slammed our blankets into us, hitting me and Peter where we were already injured. I let out a hiss, and Peter made a face like he was going to go after the guards again, but I leaned against him slightly to keep my balance, and so he wouldn't get himself hurt again. Peter had an arm around my waist for a minute as we walked.

We walked in slowly, taking everything in. There was a watch tower about two stories up that watched over everything. The building went skyward farther than I could see, and prisoners ran all over the area. Peter dropped his arm once I was walking better, and we just gawked at everything. That was until someone threw something and hit Peter square in the forehead. I jumped back slightly, as we saw a group of prisoners throwing things and yelling. I heard Gamora's name being shouted, so I turned and looked at her, she walked in, dodging the things thrown at her slightly, looking around. She didn't want to look scared but I could tell she was. Everyone started screaming at her, threats and promises on her life. "Like I said, she's got a rep." Rocket said as we slowly walked on. "A lot of prisoners here have lost their families to Ronan and his goons. She'll last a day, tops,"

"The guards will protect her, right?" Peter asked Rocket, as a male started screaming and snarling, with pointy teeth in our direction. Even if it wasn't towards me, I still clung to Peter, getting closer to him.

"They're here to stop us from getting out. They don't care what we do to each other inside." Rocket said, as we walked on, looking around.

"Whatever nightmares the future holds, are dreams compared to what's behind me." Gamora said, causing everyone to turn and look at her. Peter and I turned forwards once more, and I let out a scream, coming face to chest with a large, blue skinned male in front of me. I stumbled back a step, and Peter gently guided me behind him.

"Well, check out what we have here! The new meat." He says, glancing between Peter and I. I grip Peter's shirt, as the foreign male rubs his right hand over Peter's face and his left over mine. I groan slightly, pulling away as he talked about slathering us up. I scoffed slightly, but Groot walked over, jamming two tree branch fingers up the male's nose. He was lifted off the ground, and Rocket walked in the front, addressing the entire prison.

"Let's make something clear, this one here, is OUR booty!" He said, pointing, and Peter looked at me with a raised eyebrow and I shrugged. "You wanna get to him, you go through us. Or, more accurately, we go through you!" Groot took that as his queue to rip his fingers out of the other male's nose, sending him to the floor. His nose was seeping out blood as he groaned on the floor, Rocket and Groot walking off.

"I'm with them. And she is with me!" Peter announced, stepping over the male's body, and I quickly followed him along, not wanting to be left behind. We continued walking around the prison, getting used to where things were, but before long, it was time to sleep. I followed Peter, Rocket, and Groot towards the sleeping area.

"Not so fast, princess," A guard gripped my arm, pulling me back from Peter. "You're bunking up with Gamora." He grunted, shoving me in the opposite direction. Peter turned, walking back towards me, sending a grimace to the guard.

"I'll walk you." Peter said, and I nodded slightly. We walked up in silence, and I rung my blanket in my hands.

"I'm gonna die." I whispered once we were about halfway there. He looked up at me, and I could see that humorous twinkle in his eye return that was gone since the incident with the guards earlier.

"Kitty, you're not gonna die. The prisoners don't know you. If anything, they know you're with me, Rocket, and Groot. They wouldn't touch you." He reassured me, smiling down at me. I let out a shaky breath. Maybe he was right.

"But maybe not." I shrugged, walking a bit slower as I saw the cell door getting closer. I gulped, looking over at Peter.

"Don't worry, you remember how much Gamora kicked our butts in that fight? I'm sure she can handle anything." He told me, putting his hand on my lower back. I nodded softly, stopping and shuffling my feet once we got to the door.

"Thanks Peter." I looked up at him, forcing a smile on my face. I took a deep breath and nodded at him. "Thanks for being my friend." I muttered, pulling him into a hug. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding onto him. I could feel my body tremble against his, when he wrapped his arms around my waist. I put my forehead against his shoulder, taking a deep breath, and then slowly pulled away. I turned, quickly, pushing the release for the latch before disappearing inside. Gamora had laid down on the left side of the room, so I walked over to the other, laying down. I noticed Peter standing there for a moment before he walked away.