𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 ✼ 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 ²

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟐

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟐
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋

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Primrose woke up with a gasp before sitting up so fast that the world around her began to spin. She placed her head in her hands and waited for the sensation to stop. Once it did, the Quill woman slowly looked up to find herself in a room that was not her own. It only took a moment longer for her to remember what happened before Rocket knocked her out. Panic rushed through her veins as she got to her feet and rushed out the door.

A million thoughts ran through Primrose's head as she sprinted through the halls of the quadrant. She popped her head into every room she passed, looking for the two people Rocket forced her to leave for dead. It wasn't until she reached the bottom-most deck that her eyes landed on her brother, whose back was facing her, making him unaware of her presence. A wave of relief washed over her as she just stared at Peter, completely oblivious to everyone's attention turning toward her. When the Quill man saw his allies looking at something behind him, he slowly turned around to find his sister.

Peter couldn't help but smile as he walked towards his sister, who was already rushing at him. The siblings met in the middle and shared a long overdue hug. Primrose's eyes were sealed shut as she took in the moment, still not fully believing her brother was in her arms. What felt like an eternity passed before the Quill woman opened her eyes to look at her allies over her brother's shoulder, only for her heart to shatter into a million pieces. Primrose couldn't help but push her brother away as she stared at the sight in front of her. There on the table surrounded by flowers, recently lit candles, and all his knick-knacks was Yondu.

A sob managed to escape Primrose as she stared at the Ravager leader's lifeless form, unable to believe that he was gone. After a long moment of taking everything in, the Quill woman found the courage to look up at Peter. "How? What happened?"

Primrose could see the emotion building up in Peter's eyes, something that he no longer tried to hide. After letting out a long sigh, he wrapped his arm around his sister's shoulders and pulled her closer to his side. "He sacrificed himself to save me, Rosie. I wouldn't be here right now if it wasn't for him."

The Quill woman couldn't find it within herself to respond with words, so she settled with squeezing Peter's hand instead. The two of them stood there for another moment before the Quill man began walking back towards the table, taking Primrose along with them. Tears ran down her cheeks as she stared down at Yondu's emotionless face, one that once held a permanent smirk. For some inexplicable reason, there was a small part of Primrose that couldn't find it within herself to believe the Udonta man was truly gone. She thought he was about to pop up and yell "surprise," like the jokes he played on the Quill siblings when they were kids. But the other part of Primrose, a far bigger part, knew he was gone and all she had left of him were the memories they created.