• Stars Align •||• Peter Quill X Female Reader •

Chapter 2 - Go All The Way

Our plan is to drop off Bereet at Xandar and get our units from the Broker. Introduced by the playboy Casanova man-whore himself, Peter Quill. Yep. This is my life.

It seems like every time I think I'm getting closer to him, I'm interrupted by one of his hook-ups. It's an endless cycle that began once we became adults. I'll survive. It's no big deal. That's what I keep telling myself, at least.
But every time it happens, I doubt myself more and more. What's wrong with me? Of course, we'll never be together. We've known each other since we were kids. He only sees me as a sister and nothing else.

I clench the glass of water in my hand, trying to focus on the music playing on the tape player. My eyebrows furrow with frustration. What's wrong with me? Why am I like this? Maybe it's because I don't even know what the hell I am.

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"What if I wasn't from Earth?" I asked Peter one day when we were teenagers. "You'd still be Y/N to me," he assured. "Whether you're from Earth or not. What brought this up?" I didn't answer him and played it off as more of a rhetorical question.
"Just wondering. Forget about it." But I knew for a fact that I wasn't normal. I didn't tell him that, though. In the back of my mind, a part of me was screaming at myself for not saying anything about what I could do. I couldn't control when it happened or how much I used it. I still can't...

About a year later, Yondu sent us on a mission all by ourselves. No warnings, no instructions. He told Peter and me it was to prepare us for real missions.
Little did Peter and I know that lasers would be zipping past us at lightning speed while we ran as fast as possible back to the Milano.

We were doing alright... as alright as a person could be in that situation. Until I suddenly fell forward at the feeling of a sharp pain in my ribs. I thought it was just side stitches from running, so I got back up.

When we reached the Milano and took off, everything began to spin. And I fell on the floor, clutching my side. Peter rushed up to me, concerned eyes darting all over me.
"Hey, you okay?" he asked me. I took my hand away and stared deeply at the blood on my fingers. "Oh, shit... No..." Peter placed his hands on the wound through my shirt, causing me to hiss in pain. "Hey, hey. We're gonna make it to an infirmary and you'll be okay." I felt heat ring around the hole in my body. It was working.

"Wait! Peter!" I shouted, wincing at the pain it caused me. He quickly shushed me. "Shh... Save your strength," he said. I knew what was actually happening. My body was healing itself just like it has done for my whole life. Only Peter didn't know that. I gently tried pushing his hand away from my side, but he wouldn't budge. "Stop that! You will make it!" Tears formed in his eyes, threatening to spill out. "I can't lose you! I lo..."

I suddenly felt no pain at all. My entire body relaxed, healed from what would be an extremely fatal wound to most beings. He stopped what he was going to say, confusion taking over his expression. "I'm okay, Pete," I grunted.

"What do you mean?" he questioned. I pried his hand away from my side. There were no more wounds left on my body. "Jesus Christ, Y/N..."
Peter looked at me in shock. "How did... There was a hole there. You were bleeding." "Yeah. I can do that," I bluntly explained. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you-" He cut me off by wrapping his arms around me. "You scared me... I thought you were gonna..."

We sat there in silence for the rest of the way back home.

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He must think I'm a freak or something. As I grew older, I've been able to heal faster. He never asked why that happened. It just happened. As if it were just a dream

Still, I always think of it. And what he was about to say to me before I ruined it all...

"Y/N?" "Huh?" I snap out of my head space. "We found her clothes." Peter holds out a crumpled t-shirt in front of me. "Here's your... shirt back," he says. I nod my head and grab it from him. "Yeah. Thanks."
An uncomfortable silence fills the room. Our eyes move around the Milano, avoiding any and all eye contact with each other. My cheeks turn hot. I can't tell if it's from embarrassment or anger. Or maybe just Peter.

"Peter!" Bereet calls out, breaking the silence. "Do you have anything to drink?" He turns towards the sound of her voice. "I guess you better go take care of that," I remark bitterly. "Y/N..." he begins.
"I'm sorry. I seriously thought I dropped her off already. And I didn't give her your shirt." "It's not that," I mumble. "I just..." I stop myself to choose the right words. "Peter?" Bereet calls his name once again. I let out a sigh. "Nevermind. It doesn't matter. Go get that girl a tall glass of water." "No, what were you gonna say?" "Nevermind" I insist, walking away from him.

Oh, who am I kidding? I'm never gonna admit my feelings to him. I'm the one always pushing him away once another woman shows up.
I sit myself down on the chair next to Bereet, throwing my shirt aside. Maybe it's best not to have an internal crisis next to her, but where else is there to sit?

"I am truly sorry. I didn't know that it was your shirt," she apologizes. I sigh, rubbing my temple. "And... I didn't know that he was already with someone. I am sorry that I caused conflict. In your... relationship." My cheeks grow even warmer. "Oh... uh, Peter and I, we're not together. Romantically."

Her eyebrows raise in surprise. "Oh, well I apologize even more," she quickly says. "I had just assumed by the way that you look at him and he looks at y-" "Here's your water, Beatrix," Peter interrupts, a tense look on his face. "Bereet," she corrects, rolling her eyes. He nods awkwardly and turns to the news on the screen. I sigh and lay my head down on the table.

I hear faint beeping noise going off to my right. "Peter. You have call," Bereet says. My head raises up. Peter quickly turns around. "No, no, no, don't-" It's too late. She presses the answer button. "Quill? L/N?" The familiar voice that belongs to Yondu silences the room, his face projecting on the screen.

"Hey, Yondu," Peter greets, turning around to face him. "I'm here on Morag. Ain't no Orb, ain't no you," he accuses. "Well, we were in the neighborhood. We thought that we'd save you the hassle," Peter says to him. I stand up, walking to his side.
"Well, where are y'all at now?" "We're sorry about this, but we're not telling you," I state, crossing my arms. "I slaved putting this deal together," Yondu yells, pointing a finger at us. "Slaved?"

"And now you're gonna rip me off!" "Making a few calls is 'slaved'? I mean, really?" Peter retorts, talking over him. "We do not do that to each other. We're Ravagers. We got a code." I roll my eyes. "Lower your expectations next time you kidnap a couple of kids from Earth," I scoff. "When I picked you up on Terra..." "'Picked us up'," Peter mocks. "These boys of mine wanted to eat ya," he says. "Yeah?" Peter adds.
"They ain't ever tasted any Terran before," Yondu continues. "I stopped them twice! You're both alive because of me! I will find you, I will-" Peter ends the call, getting Yondu off of the screen.

"Asshole," I whisper grabbing my own cup of water. "I was already supposed to be picked up by my grandfather. My dad said so. Then out of nowhere, he shows up, takes me away from my home, and forces me to live a criminal life and now I'm in the wrong for wanting out!"

I take a sip, fuming with anger. "He's gonna look for us. But we're sneaky. We're good at hiding away. We'll just have to keep our guard up," Peter says. He gives me a semi-hopeful look in his green eyes. I smile, looking back at him with my E/C eyes.

Bereet clears her throat, audibly reminding us that she's still here. We pull away from each other awkwardly. "Anyway," Peter begins, looking to Bereet. "We should be at Xandar in a bit. In the meantime, try not to worry about what you just heard." She nods her head in affirmation, batting her long eyelashes at him. I can't believe this... Ugh, focus on the music. Focus on Go All The Way. Pull yourself together.