Meanwhile in space...

Peter Quill sat in his chair and tried to think through the situation.

The good news was, they'd saved the world from Thanos. Somehow. He didn't quite understand everything that had gone on, but it seemed like they weren't going to have to worry about the big purple guy any more. And Gamorra might be alive again.

The bad news was, he didn't know where she was. She might be anywhere in all of time and space.

The good news was, he had an idea. Contraxia had reminded him of something Gamorra had said once, about a mysterious lost planet at the centre of the universe. Maybe he could start looking there.

The bad news was, his ship had been hijacked by a Valkyrie, leaving Rocket and Drax behind.

The good news was, the Valkyrie was naked. And not too happy about it. She kept hunching over in her seat, cupping her breasts and scowling whenever she saw him peeping her way. It didn't really help him escape the situation, but it was fun to think about.

The bad news was that Mantis was walking up behind him with a blindfold.

The good news was that Mantis was also naked. He'd always really wanted to see Mantis naked and now, there she was. Naked. He could see her reflection in the screen of the control panel, biting her lip and shifting from foot to foot. She squeaked as she saw where he was looking and jumped forward quickly to wrap the blindfold tightly around his eyes. Adorable.

The bad news was he couldn't see her any more.

The good news was, the ship was now full of beautiful naked Asgardian women. He hadn't had a chance to check them out yet, but he liked knowing they were there. It sounded like every attractive woman in the whole universe had been cursed with prolonged nudity and embarrassment, which was just fine by him.

The bad news was, that didn't help him find Gamorra.

The good news was, Gamorra would probably be naked when he found her. And embarrassed. Which was going to be fun. He'd never seen Gamorra embarrassed before. Teasing a naked embarrassed Gamorra was going to be a lot of fun.

"Okay," he said aloud. "So I think we're looking for a planet called Vormir. Problem is, I don't exactly know its co-ordinates. Any suggestions?"

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"Eeek!"

"Let me go!"

"By all the gods, how dare you?"

Groot was confused. His spaceship was full of women. They weren't wearing any of the skin coverings that humans usually wore, and they looked nervous, especially when he started talking. They'd started jumping about and squealing. They looked like they needed calming down. So he'd grown a lot of tendrils and vines and picked them up and started stroking and squeezing them all over. He knew humans liked hugs. But somehow they seemed to be getting even more nervous.

"What's it doing? Ahh!"

"Stop!"

"You can't touch me there! I'm very important!"

Maybe he could rub them together? Or tickle their walking limbs with feathery moss? He'd just have to try even harder.