• Across The Stars •||• Peter Quill X Female Reader 2 •

Chapter 8 - Progeny

Space, 1994.

I had an outburst. I tried stealing from a guy, and he caught me. He had me by the shirt collar, and he slammed me into the wall. I freaked out and pushed him away with my powers. It was almost a repeat of what happened back home. Everyone around me saw. Even Yondu.

Quickly, Yondu rounded up the Ravagers, and we got on the ship. We left the planet. Most of the Ravagers didn't see what happened, and neither did Peter.
Soon after, Yondu had me sit down in the co-pilot seat. He kneeled in front of me to somehow meet my level. "The hell were ya thinking, girl?!" he shouted. "I slipped up," I bluntly answered. "When you get caught, you don't do whatever the hell that was!" he continued. "I can't control it," I explained. "It just happens sometimes!"

"You're gonna have to control it!" he snapped. "Now, don't you ever let people see what you can do." His voice lowered just a bit. "They could sell ya to some bad people who could find you useful." I looked down at my feet. "Then, why are you keeping me? If my powers are useful, why are you telling me to hide them? Why don't you just sell me to those bad people?" I quietly questioned.

There was a pause as if he were hesitating. "You were supposed to be sold. But I kept ya. You and Quill are kids. Y'all can sneak into places we adults can't." Those familiar words stung. I had heard them so much. It's as if we're nothing. Just extra hands for stealing things. "Yeah. That's what I thought," I coldly affirmed. My blood began boiling.
"You mess up like that again, and I will sell ya," he adds.

That was my final straw. "Then just go ahead and sell me! It's not like you're my fucking dad or anything!" I suddenly shouted, sitting up and slamming my hands into the co-pilot controls. I could feel the irises in my eyes glowing a radiant orange.
He quickly grabbed the lapels of my jacket, pushing me back into the chair. "Watch your goddamn temper, girl!!" he shot back, shaking me a little. I kept my death glare on him, only getting more mad at him. "I ain't your dad. I'm your captain. You do as I say! Now get your eyes back to normal. NOW!"

I took a breath. My hands shook with anger. My eyes changed back to E/C. But my anger remained the same. "That's better," Yondu said, letting go of me. He stood up. "Now get outta here."

I walked away, not letting him hear or see me cry. I rubbed my eyes, not letting any tears fall. Only seething. "Hey, Y/N," Peter greeted me as I walked past him. "What'd Yondu need you for?" I sighed and smiled sourly. "Just the usual 'I kept you 'cause you're a kid and you can sneak into places adults can't' talk," I said, brushing him off.

"Well, that's Yondu for ya," Peter sighed. Then, a question popped into my head. Before I could think about the weight the question held, I just asked him, "What if I wasn't from Earth?" "You'd still be Y/N to me," he said with a shrug. "Whether you're from Earth or not. What brought this up?" "Just wondering. Forget about it."

Yondu's words stuck with me. Maybe that's why I flew solo for a long time a year later. Right after Peter found out my body could heal itself. God, my years without Peter were the worst of my life...

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Present day.

I'm outside the quarters, crying my eyes out, covering my face with my hands. Frustration and sadness create bitter tears as I try to muffle the sounds of my sobbing. I've been out here long enough to see the sky turn orange with the sunset. Not only did he react terribly, but I hurt him. I tried explaining, but he just wouldn't listen. Would it have gone differently if I worded things better? Should I have even listened to Gamora?

I don't know... but I'm scared. Sure, we've had some arguments, but not as big as this one. But I'm also scared that this planet is just one big trap. I've been sensing something bad going on...