"You'll be just like everybody else." "What's so wrong with that?" Well, everything actually. In which Peter's body doesn't react so well to losing his Celestial abilities.
The sobs that tore through Peter's body didn't even register in his mind as he and Yondu floated through the endless abyss of space.
His mind didn't register the tractor beam that pulled them into the Elector.
His mind didn't register his friends running up to him and his mentor - no, his father's motionless body.
His mind didn't register as they spoke to him, questioning him, shaking him when he didn't respond.
His mind didn't register the dull ache forming in his chest, his head, his soul.
No, Peter Quill's mind couldn't register anything at the moment. So he let his body do the talking and promptly passed out.
The moment Peter and Yondu entered the ship, Gamora knew something was wrong.
She and the rest of the Guardians came rushing forward, kneeling down beside the two men. Peter was on his knees staring ahead at nothing, his hands clutched in the lapels of Yondu's leather coat. His eyes were void, vacant. They glanced down at the Centaurian and immediately knew why.
Gamora's heart dropped.
"Peter?" She reached a hesitant hand out to the half-Terran. Or was he a full Terran now? She didn't know.
When he didn't answer, she looked to the other Guardians. They solemnly hung their heads, unsure of how to proceed.
"Peter?" She turned back to him, resting her hand on his shoulder. "Peter, I'm so sorry."
He didn't answer. He didn't move.
"Peter," she said more clearly this time. "Peter, let's get you fixed up. Then we can take care of Yondu."
No response.
"What ails our friend? Is he injured?" Drax asked, voice softer than Gamora had ever heard.
Her eyes scoured Peter's body up and down, searching for any sign of injury. Other than a few scapes and bruises, she couldn't see anything. But something was definitely wrong.
"Peter. Peter! Answer me." She was growing frantic. Her mind racing over all the possibilities of what could be wrong. What if Ego did something to him before he left the planet? What if the mind control still held him in its grasp? What if-
"Peter?" She shook him harder. Rocket intervened.
"Gamora, he can't hear us. I think he's in shock-"
"Something's wrong. Peter, can you hear me?" She shook him again, harder this time. "Peter, please-"
But her words were cut short as his eyes rolled back into his skull and he fell limp to the ground.
Gamora swore, immediately bringing two fingers to his neck. His heart was beating strong. His breathing normal. Mantis moved forward, placing her delicate hands on his head.
"He is only sleeping." She said softly, dark eyes shimmering.
"Probably exhausted from the fight with his asshole of a dad. And with... well..." Rocket paused, the knowledge of what he was going to say hanging heavy in the air. The tension was suffocating.
Footsteps echoed in the halls.
"Where's tha cap'n?" Kraglin came walking in, Nebula following suit. "What 'appened?" He stopped short, his eyes resting on the body of his former commander.
"No." He whispered, tears springing to his eyes. He rushed forward, falling to his knees. Harsh cries wracked his frame as his forehead fell to his chest. He brought his hand up into a fist over his heart.
No one was sure what to say or do. The day had been so entirely overwhelming for all of them. Especially Peter. They had just taken out an entire living planet. That same planet having been Peter's own father. In that same day, Peter discovered his unlimited, cosmic powers, only to have them stripped from him mere hours later. He was forced to kill his blood father. And then watch as his actual father froze to death in front of him. Needless to say. It was turning out to be a pretty bad day for Peter Quill.
"Come, let's leave him to his mourning" Draw said, motioning to Kraglin. "Quill needs us now." He reached down and hoisted their fallen leader up and into his arms. "While he rests we can begin the burial processes for Udonta."
They slowly trickled out of the room after Drax. The Destroyer carefully laid the human out on his bed. Gamora found a raggedy old blanket on the floor, and draped it over his unconscious form. She ran her fingers through his hair. "It's alright, Peter. We're here for you. We'll help you get through this. Together."
"I am Groot!" The tiny tree intoned from his perch on Rocket's shoulder.
"Yeah, you're right," Rocket replied, gruffly. "The stupid kid's stronger than he looks."
They all silently agreed.
"Nebula." Gamora called to her sister, who stood silently at the door. "Set course for Xandar."
"There's no way I'm going to Xandar."
"We need to refuel and repair damages to the ship. And all of us, even you, need medical attention."
Nebula grit her teeth, turning angrily on her heel towards the control room. Gamora silently admitted to herself that it was foolish to think her sister would actually stay with them as a team. She looked down at Peter, thinking of all he had recently lost, and silently vowed to herself that she would try to make things right with Nebula before she left.
"Let's let him sleep. He needs it. We'll get Yondu prepared before he wakes up."
One by one, they slowly, sadly filtered out of the room.
And Peter slept.
And as Peter slept, the pain in his chest and head and soul grew.
I hope you liked it! PLEASE review if you get the chance! It really means so much to me:) Also, if you're wondering, yes this is a multi-chapter h/c fic, that should span over the course of a few weeks (for the Guardians) If you have any questions, concerns, ideas, prompts, whatever, hmu, In short, the effects of Peter losing his powers and immortality don't go well for our favorite Terran.