02x17 - Nova Me, Nova You

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02x17 - Nova Me, Nova You

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Come on, Rocket.

You said I'd be done after I scraped
the space whale barf off the hull.

But that's before we knew all the
vents were clogged with the stuff too.

Called "pulling your weight," Sam.

It was good enough for me when I
was a Ravager. Builds character.

Well, can I at least take a study break?

I got a geometry final next week.

Are... Are you serious?

I'm a galactic hero, and I
never even finished fifth grade.

You know what's cool about space, Sam?

- No tests!
- Not true, Quill.

I have been tested in
battle and won every time.

Well, I've been tested
on a bunch of times.

- I don't recommend it.
- I am Groot.

More to the point, there's a
Nova Corps APB out for you, Sam.

Not to mention a ten-million-unit
reward for this baby...

Pfft!

The last place you need
to be is the first place

everyone in the galaxy
will be looking for you.

Well, it's not just
school for me, Gamora.

It's home. I get it, Sam,

but my dad is still out there with
a bunch of stolen Centurion helmets.

If we don't stop him,
nobody's gonna have a home.

You know, Sam might be able to
use his helmet to track J'Son.

Look, I didn't sign up
to save the galaxy, okay?

I just wanna find my
dad. So if I track anyone

with this helmet, it'll be him first.

Sam! Are you all right?

I think I saw the last thing
that my dad saw in this helmet.

Maybe the last thing he ever saw.

It's like he... overloaded.

Okay, look, but that doesn't mean he...

The point is, we've got all the
time in the world to figure this out.

All right, Quill. Pull over.

We know you have the Centurion helmet.

Hand it over, or I will use force.

You have five seconds to comply.

Four. Three.

Two. One.

Wait! Wait! Ho-ho! Hey!

Dey! Hey, stop counting! Hey! H-Hi!

I... Loo... I swear we don't
know anything about any helmet.

- Right, Rocket?
- Uhh...

Right. But if, you know, theoretically,

we could manage to
obtain this alleged item,

would Nova Corps consider
upping the bounty to, say,

- million units?
- Nice try.

But we already traced the helmet's
energy signature to your...

Wait. Where did it go?

You are correct, Rhomann Dey.

The helmet we do not know about
is no longer here, nor is Sam.

Found him.

Leave me alone!

Back off, all of you!

Incoming hostile!

What...

Part of that...

Did you not...

Understand?

Engage Energy Restraints now!

Oh, that's it!

My price just went up
to million units!

How about units to the first
one to knock out a restraint?

You're on.

Gamora, how about a little distraction?

On it.

Ha! I win. In your face, Quill!

Okay, fine. Last one, double or nothing.

I don't have time for this.

Don't know where he's going,
but it better be super-important.

Hey! Let go, Dey! We ain't
got the helmet no more!

Not that we ever did.

No, but I'm betting you have a
pretty good idea where it went.

Okay. Now what?

Still gotta
work on those landings.

- Mom? Kaelynn?
- Sam!

Where have you been?

Holed up cramming somewhere,
I hope, for your sake.

Carrie. Hey. Uh,
what... what do you mean?

Monday morning. Finals week. Hello!

Wait. Monday? I've been in sp...

Uh, out of town for a whole week?

Dude, you are such a space cadet.

Hey.

What the flarg did ya
think you were doing back there?

We were rescuing you.

And losing the Nova Corps.

Don't congratulate yourselves just yet.

We still need to find Sam
before anyone else does.

If he was traveling at Nova speed,

I could maybe kluge some
sort of particle flux detector

to try and pick up his
displacement signature.

I am Groot.

What do you mean you planted a thorn
on the kid when he wasn't looking?

And since when can you
use thorns as trackers?

I am Groot.

Stupid space time. How
was I supposed to know?

Give it back, Karl!

I would so rather be
fighting space cops right now.

I don't see any space cops, nerd boy,

so maybe you should just fight me.

Principal Philbin! Sir!

Okay, let's have it, Alexander.

Have what, sir?

Your excuse for missing
a full week of classes.

I need a laugh. Were you
deployed on a top secret mission,

rescuing orphans abducted by aliens?

Uh, funny story...

Fine. You can explain it to me later.

In detention!

Busted!

Hmm?

You! Are you the one in charge here?

Yes. What can I do for you, Officer?

Have you seen this boy?

Sam's permanent
record file, as you requested, Officer.

I think a visit to his family from
the law will help set the boy straight.

I couldn't agree more.

Ow!

Aw, I'm doomed. I'd do
anything to get out of this.

The helmet! Now!

Okay. Maybe not anything.

Please remain calm

and exit the building
in an orderly fashion.

Huh?

Looking for something, Samuel?

Uh...

All kinds of personal information here.

But where is your helmet?

Oh, hey. Found it.

Who... What are you?

Wait!

Uh, it's okay.

I'm the good helmet guy, and
that's the bad helmet guy.

Incidentally, I'd recommend excusing

all students from finals.

Especially that brave young man,

Sam Alexander.

Let's keep this
between you and me, jerk face!

Aah!

I tried using reason.
Now I'm using force!

Force this!

Why the hesitation, Sam?

Afraid of a little collateral damage?

This is why I don't play football.

The good news is we found Sam.

The bad news is we're not the only ones.

What? Seriously?

For years, I couldn't find
my dad. Now I can't lose him.

Okay, new plan. Rocket, Gamora,
keep him busy. We'll grab Sam.

You want busy? I'll show ya busy!

Huh. Show-off.

The thing is, Sam, your
helmet is keyed to your DNA,

so I can't just remove it.

At least not while you're alive.

I am Groot!

Yes! Touchdown in the end zone!

What? Since when do you know football?

Our ship was touching down in
that zone at the end of the field.

I can't believe you
ditched us to go to school!

Can we talk about this later?

Dad, no!

A noble gesture, Peter,

but you know I won't hesitate
to blow both of you away.

Then we got something in common.

The "not hesitating to
blow you away" part.

Adorable.

Is that... it?

Yeah, I know.

Feels like we were just
getting started here.

Well, better hope this doesn't
end up on your permanent record.

"Permanent record."
He knows where I live.

Sam, you okay?

So, yeah, about this...

We're, um, with the Avengers.

Anyway, you know,
you're all safe now. Hmm?

So please send all invoices for loss

or destruction of property
to Stark Industries.

And in the meantime, our
super-powered, super-awesome

helmeted friend here
will repair the... Wha...

- Wha... Where'd he go?
- I am Groot.

Mom? Kaelynn?

Hello, Samuel.


We were just talking about you.

Samuel Alexander!

Uh-oh. Sammy's in trouble.

Where have you been for the last week?

I was worried sick about you!

Stay away from my family.

I was just following up on the missing

persons report your
mother filed, Samuel.

There's also the matter
of a certain missing item.

Are we clear now?

Mom!

Sam? Is there something
you need to tell me?

What? Me? Yes. No. Uh, ooh, maybe.

Well, I'm sure if we all just
sit back down and talk this out,

we'll get to the bottom of it.

Um, hi. City Exterminator.

Uh, I was just passing by and noticed
this critter in your tree there.

Just wanted to discuss
all of our options before

anyone does anything rash.

So critters get in and out through what

we like to call "entrances and exits."

Very important to know
where all those are.

It's their house.

I think they know where the doors are.

No, no. That's, uh, very helpful.

Entrances and exits. Got that, Sam?

Got it.

Mommy! Why did you...

No need to fuss, dear. Accidents happen.

Let's get you changed.

Oops!

Keep him busy, okay?

You mean irritate my dad? Yeah.

Gee, Dad, you don't look so good.

Anything you wanna confess?

Like where you put those
Centurion helmets you stole?

I'm fine, Peter.

And the helmets, unlike
you, are perfectly safe.

Let's get
these citizens to safety.

Uh, what's with the corny voice?

What?

Mommy, he talks!

Can I keep him? Please!

Huh?

Careful, honey. You don't
know where he's been,

or what he is.

Drax the Destroyer
will protect these frail humans.

Does anyone
else wish to annoy me?

I still got some annoying left in me.

Figured it was worth a sh*t.

Got him! Maintain formation.

What's he doing?

He's going SuperNova!

- That flash...
- I've seen it before.

Listen to me! I don't care
what you do to yourself,

but you have no idea
what you're dealing with.

I saw my father...

Your father couldn't
handle the power! I can!

I am Groot!

No way he'd try that trick again.

The restraints contained
the worst of that blast,

but the next one could
take out the whole town.

No!

I tried reason. Now I'm using force!

Sam, no! Are you nuts, kid?

Sam! Wait.

That's not flying. That's falling!

Groot, give me a boost, fast!

No, not that fast!

Thanks, Quill. You okay?

Never mind me.

- What about J'Son?
- I don't know.

I had to motor outta there
before he... whatever he did.

Brave work, son. But I
still need that helmet.

- Why?
- 'Cause nobody's supposed to know

his dad secretly worked for the
Nova Corps black ops task force?

H-How did you know that?

I am Groot.

What the tree means

is we hacked into the
Nova Corps database.

You, uh, might wanna think about
updating your security protocols.

It's true.

Jesse Alexander already had the
helmet by the time we found him.

We couldn't remove it,
so we trained him instead.

How about giving Sam the same deal?

Do I get a say in this too?

Uh, sorry, ma'am,
but this is a classified conversation.

All right, whoever you are.

But work on that voice.
It is a little corny.

Okay, kid. You've
earned that much today.

We'll train you. But
he trains here on Earth.

Wait.
Aren't you the guy who bragged

about becoming a space hero
on a fifth-grade education?

Look, I've done some
extremely cool stuff.

But I'd give it all up to
spend one more day with my mom.

Kaelynn, why don't you go play
with your fuzzy new friend?

What?

Yay!

Homework and chores first.

But, yes, your dad would be proud, Sam.

As are we.

Remember, you always have family...

- Here and in space.
- Whee!

Again! Again!

For better or worse.
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