I'm working on Marvel's Spider-Man in American comics.

Chapter 238 Hurry up and pay homage to the great Star-Lord!

Peter is flying in the sky.

While Spider-Man shouldn't be flying around aimlessly, the problem is that, aside from a few small cities like San Juan, Puerto Rico is actually a very underdeveloped island, especially since the spaceship landed in the direction of the deep mountains.

If Spider-Man ran on the ground, it would be too slow, and he wouldn't be traveling alone; he'd have to carry Cindy along. Don't ask why he carries her; it's just for convenience.

As the venom-generated wings flapped incessantly and the spaceship drew closer, Peter finally got a clear look at the alien vessel. It must be said, he not only recognized the ship, but was extremely familiar with it.

Isn't that the Guardians of the Galaxy's spaceship?

The timeline has become disordered once again. Unlike Captain Marvel, who was not born but was delayed, the Guardians of the Galaxy seem to have been born ahead of time. Their iconic red-winged spaceship flew into the deep forest, and judging from the trajectory, their destination seems to be the Arecibo Observatory.

Peter and Cindy landed at the observatory before the spaceship could land, and a large group of American soldiers surrounded them. Carol walked over with a scientist in a white lab coat, who was carrying a huge energy rifle, probably some kind of product of Project Pegasus.

Spider-Man? What are you doing here?

Although they had never met, Carol, who had heard of the other person, seemed very surprised and looked at Cindy beside him: "And this is...?"

"Spider-Silk Agents, affiliated with S.H.I.E.L.D." Peter introduced Cindy, then explained his motive: "An alien spaceship landed on Earth, and the Avengers had to send someone to investigate, right?"

You guys are moving way too fast... and the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. are here? Does this mean they're also planning to investigate Project Pegasus?
As Carol inwardly grumbled, she watched the red spaceship descend vertically. As the rear hatch opened, the first person to step out was... a scruffy-bearded human male who looked to be in his thirties? What was that thing he was wearing? An 80s rock jacket?

Why were the people who disembarked from the alien spaceship human men?
The next one was even more incredible: a giant raccoon wearing clothes and walking upright, wielding a gun that was absolutely enormous compared to its size. The ones after that were much more normal—meaning that what came down next were truly a group of aliens. There was a giant tree that walked upright, clearly an alien—golden-skinned, green-skinned, blue-skinned—obviously not human. There was also one with skin texture similar to a human, but judging from its eyes and the antennae on its head, it was definitely not from Earth.

The human leading the group might not be from Earth, and what about that raccoon? Could it be from Alien Raccoon?

Carol, whose mind was completely confused, saw the man walking in front with a smile that was more like a silly grin than a friendly one. Just as she was about to say something, the raccoon suddenly coughed twice, with its left hand behind its back and its right hand raised in front of it, interrupting the man.

Then, the raccoon, with a voice louder than its size should have, reached out to introduce the man in the rock jacket.

"You backward Earthlings, why don't you hurry up and pay homage to the Crown Prince of the Spartacus Empire, the great Star-Lord, with the highest level of courtesy!"

The air in the room seemed to fall silent, and after a good ten seconds, Carroll finally asked a question.

"Who?"

Then there was another two seconds of silence, until the raccoon seemed to burst into satisfied laughter.

"Hahahaha!! I told you! Quill, your crappy planet doesn't even know your dad's name! No matter where in the galaxy you go, nobody knows you, Star-Lord! Hahahaha!" "Please, buddy! You did all this just to prove that and then make fun of me?!"

Star-Lord was furious. Look what you've done! You've silenced everyone. Is anyone else laughing besides you? Nobody in the group behind him was laughing at all.
"Stop laughing, guys." Star-Lord turned to his teammates and whispered, "This is my home planet, give me some face."

“You don’t need any face at all, Peter Quill.” Drax made it clear with his usual bluntness, and he was the only one in the team who wasn’t smiling: “As the first interstellar empire crown prince in history to send a fine to his own father, I don’t think you have any concept of shame.”

The whole team laughed even louder, and Star-Lord couldn't help but turn and roll his eyes at them.

Thank you so much.

"Okay, uh, ignore them. My name is Peter Quill, I'm half Earth, so I'm kind of their...supervisor or something. Don't let their appearance fool you, I've led them to save the galaxy several times."

Without realizing it, Star-Lord had completely distanced himself from the rest of the Guardians of the Galaxy. He then looked at the four people present, first shifting his gaze from the two oddly dressed individuals to Carol and Michael: "So, who's in charge here? I've come to Earth to warn you that a terrible person is approaching, and you are under invasion."

He discovered that both Carol and Michael had their eyes on the strangely dressed guy.

"Wait, are you in charge? Who are you?"

"I am Spider-Man, an Avenger."

Star-Lord looked Peter up and down, then exclaimed in shock, "So, you're wearing a Spider-Man costume, and you're a person, and you call yourself Spider-Man? And what about this lady next to you? Spider-Woman?"

"No, her code name is Spider Silk."

"This makes absolutely no sense, or you're just terrible at naming things, buddy."

Star-Lord looked at Peter and asked his second question: "What are the Avengers? A freak band in tights?"

You'd better not say that when the Avengers are assembling. Peter thought to himself, then offered his answer: "A team of superheroes protecting the peace of Earth, bringing together the most powerful superheroes on the planet."

"Oh, I get it, Earth's version of Guardians of the Galaxy."

Having witnessed the entire process, Carol, holding her gun and looking somewhat weary, looked at Michael: "If you think that this group of people can save the galaxy several times over, either I'm crazy, or the galaxy is beyond saving. What do you think?"

“I don’t know,” Michael shrugged. “I don’t know them.”

(End of this chapter)