I slowly weave my way through The Milano's frontier leather seats as the Peter level headedly flies through the galaxy, and finally able to maintain my balance after all the chaos we've been through on this ship in a matter of just a few days. Everyone is seated – with the expectations of Groot of course.
Placing a hand on Drax's shoulder on the way, he looks up, and we share an amnestic grin. We finally found our peace after the war and somehow managed to be labelled allies. No. Friends, no matter how incredibly strange that sounds. I never committed any crimes against him and despised Ronan myself, and he finally realised that.
Continuing to gradually walk, I rest one arm against Peter's front chair and place the other on my hip as my eyes flit across the galaxy. I look back, expecting to see an eight feet tall Groot seated to the right but found nothing. Luckily, Ronan did not manage to completely destroy our beloved, poorly punctuated tree friend.
Speaking of which, I throw a glance towards Rocket who thoughtfully nods his head at me and looks elsewhere. I believe he didn't realise that I was watching as he does something completely out of his character and looks down with an emotion of care and warmth at the silver pot filled with a growing Groot numbly making small (and, must I add, adorable) sounds.
Rocket obviously adored all of friends, although he did not show it. I suppose he expresses his love and gratitude in foreign ways. For instance, "You're a fucking fucktard" in his language most likely means, "You're my best friend". Well, at least I hope it did.
The Orb is restored to Nova Prime and locked under heavy security and although we did not receive an award we felt good. We all felt good about doing something good for once. We created peace with our enemies from Nova and slaughtered Ronan the Accuser together to save billions of innocent lives. Not only in Xander, but across the galaxies.
"What should we do next?" Peter wondered aloud, concentrated on flying the Milano, his eyes transfixed to the galaxies zooming images. "Something good?" he suggests. "Something bad?" he continues, and as no one responds - "Bit a' both?"
I frown in thought as I stare down at Peter, studying his somewhat handsome features, before finally making up my mind. I mentally curse myself for thinking such thoughts.
Peter shared some emotion for me, as he had confessed back on Yondu's ship. And that time where he almost kissed me. He also saved my life. Maybe I did too. But I would never let myself to admit it. And who knows where it could lead us, especially with the positions we hold now. Thanos surely would be craving to find me.
"We'll follow your lead," I confirm and tilt my head down with a sly grin, "Star Lord". I silently observe his reaction, watching him obviously attempt avoid smiling and look my way.
"Bit of both." Peter finally decides, pressing a few buttons and twisting different knobs. The ship starts to collect power charge differing backwards for a slight moment before rushing forward in a quick rush, and making me slip back in to my chair, overwhelmed with the force.
"Where are we going?" Drax questions from the back of the ship.
"Knowhere at all" Peter smirks, chuckling at his own 'joke'.
"Then where do you lead us?" Drax asks, clearly not understanding Peter's concepts.
"Starlin's Bar, Knowhere" Peter sighs. "Must I explain everything I say?"
"Yes. Everything you say makes no sense" Drax argues.
"Everything I say makes no sense? That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard!" Peter exclaims. "Most ridiculous thing you've heard?" Rocket laughs slightly.
"Second most ridiculous thing I've heard!" corrects himself, taking an abrupt turn to the right causing the ship to turn on a 180 degree turn before swinging back.
"What's the first?" I ask, suddenly curious as I cling on to the armrests watching items fly and slide across the floor at Peter's steering skills.
"When Rocket decided it was an idiotic move to save the universe, and instead give the Orb to Ronan. Must I quote - 'What has the universe ever done for you?'" he answers and takes another sharp turn.
"Will you stop driving the damn ship like a fucking drunk?!" Rocket insists as he struggles to cling on to Groot's pot, the situation not exactly improving with the items falling back in to their spots.
"Excuse me, this is A class skills" Peter smiles smugly, spinning the wheel carelessly causing the ship to go berserk spinning in multiple loops.
"Peter!" I frown as leftover food lands on my face. Some lumpy cream I didn't have time to recognise.
"I am going to rip your arms off with my bare hands" Rocket states, dodging a flying book. "Hah" he mumbles proud of himself, but then the book comes back and hits him in the face as we surge through a third loop. "Quill, you asshole!"
Peter turns towards me, once the ship is flying steady, leaning forward causing me to frown in confusion. "Is that peach?" he raises a brow and swipes a finger down my cheek, collecting the food on his finger. He tastes the substance and winces immediately, a sour expression on his face.
"Nope not peach. Definitely not peach. What the fuck was that?" Pulling back with disgust.
"Your ship is still filthy" I frown, swiping the 'food' off my face my hand.
"Is anyone listening to me?!" Rocket complains in disbelief.
"I am" Drax says.
"I can't believe no one is listening to me!" Rocket continues in utter despair.
I start to help Peter control The Milano on my board, sliding controls and jabbing buttons.
"Is this the silent treatment?" Rocket goes on. Groot mumbles his little sounds, and Rocket hold the pot up to his face watching the stick figure quietly and forgetting completely about his 'despair'.
"Doesn't this look familiar" Peter says as the head of a decapitated Celestial comes in to view.
"Knowhere" I say quietly, and can't help but smile even though we didn't have the best memories here.
"What joy" Peter mumbles, and I turn to look at him. We both stare at each other for quite some time. I smile slightly and glance in my lap, returning my attention back to the front. I can tell Peter is still watching me.
"Let's go" Peter smirks, turning back to the front and forcing the ship to surge forward once more.
Thanks for reading this chapter! There will be major Peter/Gamora in the next chapter; this chapter was just to explain what is going on at the moment.
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