Guardians

There are times when even a guardian needs a break. Needs a shoulder to lean on or family to talk with. So why should Peter have been any different? Granted his family consisted of treasure looting blood thirsty greedy ravagers. Don't let it fool you though, he was one of them no matter the role he was playing. Can you really expect a kid to come out innocent when they grew up with a family like that? If so you're more delusional than I thought.

The first time any of his crew noticed some 'odd' behavior from him he couldn't really blame them. he had gone a tad overboard by their standards. He honestly couldn't hold in his rage upon seeing someone messing with his family. Hurting his family! So, he did what any Ravager would do. He took them down. No mercy, no second chances, no time to explain that no those cuts made with a blunt knife WEREN'T meant to hurt. Hit after hit even after his target had stopped moving Peter still felt a boiling rage. The sound of rattling chains and an overly oppressive silence is what kicks Peter out of his stupor. Shaking blood from his hands he turns with a small grin to his family in chains.

"Sorry guys, got caught up in the music." He knows he most likely looks horrible with blood splatter covering who knows what. Knows they have an inkling of an idea of what he wanted to do. Yet, for now he'd just get them home. Back to the Milano. Ignoring the flinches as he freed them from the chains he mumbled aloud about getting back to the Milano and getting off this godforsaken rock. No one looked at him or spoke but they seemed to allow a few consenting nods.

Having gotten his team, his family, aboard he went straight to the pilot seat. He needed a distraction and manual flying would give him just that. Setting up his Walkman and headphones he took off. Allowing the music and open space to settle his nerves. He was after all supposed to be calm and collected. Passing different galaxies with no real destination in mind it was a surprise when he passed by a familiar ship, one much larger than his own. Not a minute later a transmission came through on his personal comm device.

"What you think you're doin out here Kid. Little far to be playin hero don't you think." Yondu Udonta. His adoptive father. He felt himself relax. If there was one person who could set him straight it was this man. He noticed a slight look of shock cross Yondus face with a hint of concern before the stone cold captains mask was back in place. " You best get your scrawny Terran over here before I get to the hanger. Kraglin! I'll be back so keep the fools in line." The transmission dropped and Peter realized he'd not cleaned himself up since getting back to the ship. That would explain the flashes of emotion.

With a put upon sigh he moved the Milan into position to enter the hanger. His crew would just have to be on lock down while he talked with Yondu. Locking the systems from further use he headed off of the main deck and to the common area. With none of his crew to be found he waited while his ship was pulled into one of the many hangers. No doubt Yondu was at the controls.

"Whats going on Quill." looking back as he activated his mask to exit the ship he saw Rocket standing half way in a doorway. It wasn't a normal pose for his friend.

"Got a call from Yondu. Have some things to talk about. Ships on lock down." his mask turning his voice slightly metallic. "Go back to bed or something, I shouldn't be long." then he was gone. Out the hatch and heading towards Yondu.

"I swear you can't stay outta a lick of trouble can yah boy. Come on lets get you cleaned up. Any of that gunk yours?" It wasn't the first time he'd killed someone, but this was a routine they'd gone through every time. He'd let Yondu double check as he cleaned himself up. It was better than the man sending him to the infirmary.

"You know me Yondu and no it's not mine unless the bastard nicked me." He'd still insist on checking of course and Peter would let him, it was just how things were. The long metal corridors were unusually empty. "Crew out on a hunt or what?"

"Just got back actually. Pretty sure the slackers are already drunk off their rocker." we stopped at a the captians quarters with Yondu ushering Peter in. " I'll be back. Gotta make sure Kraglin can handle himself for a bit. And take off that stupid mask. No one here cares about a little splatter." He turned and left with his coat whipping at the sharp turn. It wouldn't take him long to get back, Peter knew that.

Peeling off his coat and deactivating the mask Peter relaxed. No matter how harsh or cruel he had been the people here would understand, they had taught him after all. Throwing his dirty coat and shirt to floor he stretched and shuffled around the bed to the small wash station. Not much he could do besides wipe down with a cloth. Looking in the mirror he was shocked to see almost no clear skin. There was perhaps a mostly solid coat of dried blood splatter. Guess he was more pissed than he thought. Splashing water on his face he jerked slightly at the sound of Yondus door opening.

"Right Kid lemme see. Someone must've found your buttons." Yondu said standing and looking Peter up and down, an analytic gaze taking in every possible injury spot. "Messed up your hands good by the looks of it. Er' sit down I can handle this. You need your music boy?" Peter slouched his shoulders and sat on the corner of the bed, if that's what you would call a large bundle of rags and mismatched blankets. Giving a shake of his head in answer to the question. He'd more or less taken care of his nerves on the way here.

"Right lets fix ya up then." with a surprisingly gentle touch a dirty wet rag began removing the evidence of Peter's rage. It didn't take long for Peter to be cleaned up barring his hands which Yondu saved for last. Not much he could do after cleaning them besides maybe a few quick stitches.

"Better have knocked the head off the guy if your hands are like this." Yondu joked but was serious all the same. If he found the one who'd enraged his Terran and he wasn't dead he would be soon enough.

"He wont be movin anymore, don't worry about em." Peter mumbled. There honestly wasn't much Yondu could do about it anyway. They'd left the corpse where it'd fallen. Peter could feel a wave of tiredness wash over him. "S'okay for me to sleep here?" he knew it was but figured Yondu would better like a warning first.

"Yah kid, I'll be back later. Kraglin will be in to check on you so don't knock his block off." then it was over. With the click of the hatch Yondu was gone and Peter was out like a light. Feeling safe in his old home it wasn't hard to forget everything and just sleep. After all, Yondu would kill anyone else who tried to enter his quarters.

AN:

Hey guys, it's been a long while, life got in the way. I'm back now though and I'll be going over my other stories to see what I can salvage. Bear with me here.