Marvel's Guardians of the Galaxy

Hang in there, mutt.

I can't exactly duct tape this thing shut.

Cosmo cannot keep

Cocoon closed either.

Rocket must flee! Go!

Rocket! You opened the Cocoon?

That's what we've been trying to stop from happening!

Rocket not open Cocoon.

And Cosmo cannot stop it opening.

Cosmo, you can talk again!

Wait. Is it still talking if your mouth doesn't move?

Drax, we can't let whatever's

in that thing destroy the universe.

I cannot reach it, Gamora.

Then we gotta teleport it outta here.

- Groot, gimme a bridge. - I am Groot!

If this thing wants to destroy the universe,

it can do it on the other side of a black hole.

Wait. Is that... a baby?

Quill, what do you think you're doing?

Huh?

Put it back, Quill.

That thing could destroy the entire universe.

Ha! How exactly is this burp machine gonna do that?

Even I could not destroy an entire universe at that age.

Cosmo tried to read child's mind.

Only one word... "Warlock."

Warlock was the one being my father Thanos feared in all the universe.

I am Groot.

Really? 'Cause according to Groot here,

Warlock was the savior of his entire race.

To my people, Warlock brought only destruction.

That is why we must have our own destroyer.

You're not destroying this Warlock.

I would never destroy a mere child.

Guardians must be debating later.

Cosmo senses more Believers that want to take baby.

Okay. Cosmo, lock the Continuum Cortex onto the Milano.

We're getting outta here, now.

The Warlock lives again!

Give us the child now, unbelievers.

You won't take him from me!

I believe we will.

*MARVEL'S GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY* Season 02 Episode 10 "Rock Your Baby"

Give us the Warlock, now!

Never!

Cutting it close, aren't we?

Not close enough for my taste.

Whoa. Nice trick, kiddo.

Huh?

Bummer for you guys.

Oh, great Warlock, we are your humble servants,

ready to help you usher in the Golden Age.

Yeah, okay. All this baby worship is just weirding me out.

I am Groot. I am Groot.

I am Groot, I am Groot.

At least the tyke's on our side.

We can't assume that.

He absorbed the Believers' weapons,

but he could just as easily have taken ours,

or pulled us inside that gem again.

Cosmo hears you, but also hears

thoughts of more Guardians must hurry!

No!

I ain't ready to be no babysitter!

Not it!

Rocket!

Ugh!

What exactly does it do?

He's a baby, Gamora. He doesn't do anything.

That is untrue. Babies eat, sleep, and...

that thing that happens after eating.

Well, sounds like you have things under control.

Good luck.

Oh, okay. Yeah.

He probably just needs a nap.

Now, where can we find...

I am Groot.

Eh, okay! That's what I call a light sleeper.

Peter Quill, what did you do with that Cocoon?

Hey-hey, Nova Prime! Which Cocoon was that now?

The one all of Xandar just saw you with

before it opened up, and the Believers' broadcast cut out.

I am Groot! Oh, that Cocoon.

There's good news. Nothing was inside of it.

Then perhaps you can explain

why the Nova Centurion helmet

you gave us is going apoplectic.

Nope.

You know the helmet is connected to the Cocoon, Quill.

That's why I've sent a team of star-blasters to intercept.

So you will hand over to them

whatever just came out of that Cocoon,

or they will tear your ship apart bolt by bolt.

Uh, is there a third option, by any chance?

We've got Believers on our tail.

We need more power to the engines.

I gave you all I got, so unless you wanna wish real hard...

Wish real hard... Wish real hard...

Wish real hard...

Huh.

Inmate Titus, freeze!

Put the helmet down.

Do you have any idea what this is?

No. Of course you don't.

See, if you were an experienced ex-corpsman like myself,

you'd know the legends surrounding this helmet.

And if even half of them are true,

I could rule an entire system with this alone.

Titus!

Nova Prime. I always thought

you made up those stories about the Centurion helmets

and the original Knights of the Nova Corps.

The all-powerful Warlock?

In the hands of those undeserving scum!

You may not know it yet, Guardians...

but Titus has a score to settle!

- Where the krutack are we? - I don't know.

That energy surge shot us halfway across the Galaxy.

And one guess where it came from.

- Thanks for the save, little... - Whoa!

All right. Well, guess we're gonna

have to start saving for college sooner than I thought.

It would appear that Warlock has an accelerated aging process.

That's not all that's accelerated.

Hey, no drooling on my stuff!

Hmm.

So, ya like duct tape, do ya?

Uck cape.

That's right.

Now, why don't you be a good little all-powerful cosmic being

and whip me up about 300 more rolls of this stuff?

Uck cape.

Hey, give it back, ya no-good brat.

No!

No, no, no, no, no-no, no, no!

No. No, no, no, no, don't do that. No... Don't...

Clearly the child requires a more constructive form of destruction.

Drax, what are you doing?

Making fungus and entrail pudding.

A good chef cannot destroy all of existence,

for then he would have nothing left to cook.

Ugh! Let's clean you up

before you destroy all of existence with that stench.

Mm. Needs more entrail.

Come here!

Thanos may have feared you, but I don't, so stop fidgeting.

I am Groot!

I am Groot.

Oh, stop it, both of you.

He's not a genie or a monster or a cosmic deity.

He's just a kid, okay?

So that's how we're gonna treat him.

Whee!

Okay, how about a new game?

What? Crayons? No way!

Drawing with crayons is way more fun than floating. You wanna try?

Wow. Not what I had in mind, but...

I ain't cleaning that!

I've seen this before.

When I wore that Nova Centurion helmet.

These warriors must be the protectors of Warlock.

Protectors or destroyers?

He's got a point.

You can't tell whether these guys are attacking or defending Warlock.

Whoa!

I'm gonna go with attacking.

Titus!

Ain't you got a prison cell to crawl back into?

Hmm. I don't believe in destiny.

When a Centurion helmet smashed into my prison cell, that was just luck.

When it led me to a cosmic being of

immeasurable power, that was just programming.

But when I find the Warlock

in the care of the so-called heroes who imprisoned me,

that is destiny.

You can grow, but you can't run from me.

This helmet makes me immune

to being pulled into the prison in your little jewel.