Marvel Imagines

Cereal // Peter Quill

"What the heck?!" you growled as a hand shook you early in the morning. Your eyes snapped open and immediately redirected themselves to the time. 4 a.m. Who dared to wake you up at 4 a.m? Whoever it was, they were asking for it.

Your gaze drifted to your perpetrator, and softened slightly as you saw Peter hovering over you with a large smile on his face, but his sunshine look wasn't enough to eliminate your anger. 

"Why did you wake me up at 4?! Couldn't you have woken Gamora or... or Rocket?!" you whisper-barked in his direction as you felt Drax stir in the bunk above you.  

"I need someone to eat cereal with me. Gamora would kill me, and Rocket would bite my face off. " he explained simply with a shrug and a small smirk.

You groaned quietly but got up anyway. It wasn't like you were returning to sleep at this point. Peter watched you brightly as you shuffled away to the bathroom, hair messed up from your slumber. 

Honestly, you felt ugly and you snorted and laughed at yourself in the mirror. Often, Rocket commented that your habit of doing that was weird, but Peter simply found it cute. You caught his gaze with slight confusion and a small blush spread across your face, but to his dismay, you shut the door.

He listened to your crazy humming as you brushed your teeth and did other things to make yourself presentable to start the day, and their was the rustling of fabric as you slipped into something other than your pajamas.

The door opened and you flicked off the light switch with a small smile. A sweater snugly wrapped around your figure, and jeans covered your slim, athletic legs.  Your hair was styled in your favorite way, the casual one that always made his breath catch in his throat.

Both of you stood there for a minute, staring at each other.  Until you finally cleared your throat awkwardly and shuffled your feet, plastering a smile to your face. "Shall we go get that cereal now?"

It took Peter a minute to snap out of his daze as your lips moved to form words and he nodded vigorously, an embarrassed tint of blush spreading across his cheeks.

You just shook your head softly and took the lead to the kitchen, running your hands along the cool metal walls of the Milano as you approached the kitchen area. It was quiet.

The rest of the team was still sleeping, and there was no commotion in the kitchen and living area like there would usually be.

Peter walked over to the breakfast cabinet, opening the small compartment door with a small creak as it swung lazily on it's hinges.

He took out a box of the only cereal they had managed to snag at a bazaar for foreign goods. You looked at the cartoon tiger on the box, and raised an eyebrow, reading the name off the box. "Frosted Flakes?"

Peter merely shrugged and smiled, getting two bowls and spoons out of the other cupboard and put them on the table. He then went to the fridge and opened it, pulling out a dull, frosty container of milk from an alien cow. 

"How much do you want?" he asked you, pulling the plastic bag out of the box and holding it above a bowl, ready to pour. 

"About half a bowl. Please." you added, and curiously watched as the flakes poured into your bowl like some sort of tasty waterfall. Then, Peter added enough milk just to drown your breakfast in a white layer of liquid.

"Thank you." you grinned, accepting your bowl but not eating until he finished his own. 

Peter sat down across from you and both of you ate in silence, the only noise was the occasional crunch of the cereal in your mouths, the spoon clinking metallically against the porcellian bowl, and the clock ticking slowly, marking each minute that went by.

And finally - you asked. "So, really, why not anybody else? I know you treat me different Peter. Why?" you inquired, lowering your gaze and moving your spoon in a circular motion around the bowl.

Peter sighed. Maybe now was the time to tell you. "(Y/N), I'm sorry if that freaked you out or something... It's just that..." he hesitated.

You cocked an eyebrow and gave him a look, urging him to continue.

"I like you. A lot." he finally blurted, turning red and burying his face in his hands.

You also grew red enough to rival a tomato, but to Peter's surprise, it wasn't anger that caused you to do so.

"I like you too, Peter." you responded a moment later with a small blush tinting your cheeks.

Peter's head snapped up at your words and a grin lighted up his features, it dying down as you held up a finger, meaning that you were going to continue speaking.

"But, why tell me over cereal?"

"Because cereal is life, fam."