Guardians Visit Avengers

"WAAAKE UUUUP, AVENGERSSSSSSS ITS WAKE UP TIMEEE!!!!!!!!!"

The voice shattered the silence like a cannon blast. The front doors exploded open, and in marched the Guardians of the Galaxy, led by Peter Quill, eyes wide and serious.

“No time for subtlety!” Quill announced like it was the most natural thing in the universe. “It’s 3 AM! Perfect human wake-up time. We come in peace—time to start the day!”

Rocket rolled his eyes, carrying a weird device that looked like a coffee maker fused with a blaster.

Drax was silently inspecting a nearby plant.

Nebula scanned the room, arms crossed.

Mantis blinked and smiled gently, almost asleep herself.

Peter Parker sat up groggily in bed, pulling the blanket over his head. “Wait—what? It’s three in the morning. Why are you here?”

Tony Stark, rubbing his eyes in the hallway, groaned. “Do you guys know what ‘quiet hours’ means?”

Quill grinned sheepishly. “We thought it was normal. You know, humans start their days weirdly early.”

Steve Rogers blinked awake in his room and shouted, “We do not!”

“Maybe on your planet, but on mine? 3 AM is totally breakfast time,” Quill replied confidently.

Natasha sighed, getting up to close the blasted door. “You could’ve just sent a message.”

Rocket snorted. “Where’s the fun in that?”