Warning: This story will contain parental spanking of a teenager. You have been warned.

Unexpected Mission Part 1

"No!" Yondu could feel the thirteen-year-old boy's eyes burning a hole on the back of his head. But he didn't care. The little brat was just too damn young to be going on missions by himself and he didn't care if he was thirteen. Peter pouted crossing his arms over his chest, making him look even younger.

The brat had been with them for five years and Peter thought of himself as a Ravager just like any other guy on the team. It was true that Peter had become likeable and the group had gotten used to him (after Yondu basically threatened to kill anyone who even thought about eating Peter.)

Yondu had even given him, his own ship that he had stupidly named the Milano. Yondu had found the broken down ship when they were doing a side job and he, Kraglin, and Peter had spent months repairing it.

Yondu had even taught Peter how to fly it, no wonder he had gotten such a big head. He was thirteen which apparently was a big deal in Terra, but in Yondu's eyes he was still a kid. Peter was scrawny and he had gotten taller, he reached Yondu's elbow now, but he still wasn't ready to go on a mission by himself.

He had gone on a few, but Yondu had always been closed by. Besides the mission in question was more dangerous this time. They needed to collect a necklace with a rare stone, apparently top officials at Xandar wanted it for unknown reasons. Funny, Yondu thought they acted high and mighty, but when they wanted to get things the dirty way they requested the Ravengers help. But Yondu didn't have much time for hypocrites, all Yondu cared about was that he got paid and avoided jail.

"But Yondu, how will ever be an actual Ravager if you don't let me go on missions by myself?" Peter fumed. "You can't babysit me forever."

Yondu knew that this was true of course, there was already rumors and grumbling around his men that Yondu babied Peter too much despite the fact that he seemed to yell at Peter the most because the kid was so damn curious. "Not going to happen, boy." He scoffed. "You're benched for this mission. You're going to stay with Kraglin on the ship." Kraglin was the second youngest member of the team and he would often keep an eye on Peter, when Yondu couldn't. He was like the kid's big brother.

"That's not fair!" Peter glared at him. "I am thirteen years old, you can't tell me what to do."

A flash of annoyance passed through Yondu, he actually had to forced himself to calm down and remind himself that Peter was a kid, a sassy loudmouth, but he was still a kid. Besides he read a few books on Terran biology and apparently all Terrans got moody, rebellious, and bratty once they hit the thirteen mark on their young lives. That was the only thing that was keeping Yondu from strangling the boy.

He gripped Peter by his collar and Peter flinched, Yondu almost smiled. Good, the kid was afraid of him. Unlike when he had first gotten Peter, the boy had slowly started loosing his fear when it came to Yondu. Now, he often talked back to him, which no one else would have dared to do. Gotta love that teenage rebellion. "Listen up, son. I am Captain and who makes the rules?"

"You do." Peter grumbled.

"That's right I do, if I say that you're not doing this mission then you're not doing the damn mission."

Peter glared at him, but didn't say anything. He knew he would never be able to win against someone as stubborn as Yondu. Yondu huffed satisfied. "Kraglin, take care of the kid, we shouldn't be gone for more than a day. Though those Cormick folks are nasty people, they have a temper."

Peter had heard of the Cormick people, they looked like him, Terran at least for the most part, but they had a scorpion liked tail and claw liked hands. They looked like a bad Halloween costume.

"Yes, sir." Kraglin said as he landed the ship. Peter pouted.

"Kraglin, I'm bored." Peter whined, Kraglin took his position as second in command very seriously. He never left his post at the front of the ship. He always stood there with a serious expression.

Peter often stuck out his tongue at the back on his head when he was not looking. He went towards the 'Pile'. The Pile was simply a place where the Ravagers dumped stuff they didn't want. It was usually filled with Peter's old toys. Peter pulled out a Monopoly board game that must have been ancient. He had begged Yondu to get it at some trading sighed, he and him mom would play often. The only one who would bother playing with him was Kraglin. Jerks.

"Kraglin, do you want to play Monopoly?"

"No, Quill I am busy patrolling. Play with your other toys." He grumbled.

"They are not toys." Peter snapped wishing more than ever that his mom was here. He grabbed his Walkman and stated listening to one of the songs, but he got bored halfway through. He was distracted he knew. He shouldn't even be here. He should be on that mission with Yondu and the rest of the crew. That should have been his mission, he though bitterly.

"Kraglin?" he shut down his music. "Kraglin." He heard snoring. Kraglin was asleep.

Peter smirked. Funny, one of the good things about Kraglin was that he was a very deep sleeper. The idea came to Peter almost immediately. He would get off the ship, get the necklace, and prove to everyone that he was more than capable of handling things by himself.

He quietly grabbed one of the guns, wondering why it was so heavy and his Walkman of course. "Sorry Kraglin." Peter whispered to then sleeping man. Whenever Peter did something bad, Kraglin usually got blamed. Peter quietly left the ship.

Kraglin eyes opened and he rubbed them. Damn, he must have fallen asleep. He checked his watch. It had been two hours since the captain had left. These types of missions were always slow especially when he was babysitting the brat.

"Quill," Kraglin said. "How about we get some lunch and then you can tell me about your stupid game. Peter?" He felt the panic rise to his chest, oh no he did not. He didn't leave did he? Kraglin checked the ship, he checked the air vents, boiler room, damn it he checked under the damn chairs. Peter was gone, he saw that the door of the ship was opened and that the Walkman and one of the guns was missing. He had left.

He groaned. The captain was going to kill him. He grabbed one of the communications devices or as Peter called them Walkie Talkies. "Captain?" he squeaked.

"What? Can't you see I'm busy?"

"Quill's gone."

-End of Part 1-

Please review! This is my first GOTG fanfic, so hopefully it is not too bad.