“Really? And here I was thinking you’d take to the title easily, have people use it all the time.” Sam had only ever been called a hero by sweet old ladies when he helped them across the road, or when the Nova Corps did something, but those didn't feel real. He wouldn’t call himself a hero.<br/><br/>It wasn’t long before they were docking on Knowhere, Sam feeling completely out of place in the hive of criminals. Just overhearing what was being said between Peter and Rocket was almost too much!<br/><br/>“You have no idea how loud by instincts are telling me to arrest you all right now.” He said, shaking his head as he replaced his helmet. Listening to Peter’s warnings, Sam wanted even less to do with the place.<br/><br/>“It’s a hive of slimey individuals, what more is there to know? Besides, I don’t think they’ll take too kindly to a Nova Corp officer just waltzing in anyway.”<br/><br/>And was that the truth. Almost as soon as he had stepped off the Milano, Sam had been shot looks that could kill. Everyone was on guard it seemed as he walked past and he wondered if the others could feel the same tension he was feeling.<br/><br/>“Maybe I should just wait on the ship.” He suggested, backing away from an alien with a mouth full of sharp teeth.<br/><br/>♦♦♦<br/><br/>Meanwhile at the Collector’s, Yondu was just finishing up a bit of business himself.<br/><br/>“Kraglin, what’d’ya think?” The captain asked, flipping the object in question in his hand, his other hand on his chin. “Think we can get a couple thousand more for it?”<br/><br/>“Maybe. Wasn’t that guy on Astra willing to pay twice as much?” Kraglin answered from behind Yondu, his arms crossed and a faint smirk on his face.<br/><br/>“Yeah, that’s right.” Yondu said. “What say ya bump up yer own price, eh? Otherwise, we walk.”