A/N: So I had this funny idea about what would happen if Peter got drunk with someone and woke up married. I imagine wedding rings to be these holographic type things that get burned into your finger. Mostly because you can't lose a ring and it lets others know you're taken. Idk my take on future shenanigans. Plus, a couple things I thought of would be hilarious.

I really hope you guys enjoy this! It's my first time writing something spacy or GOTG.

Nora Connolly was just like every other twenty-four year old woman. She had a few close friends (okay maybe only one), and boyfriend who she'd hope she would marry one day. A college degree and a kickass job at NASA. She stole the title of youngest astronaut ever into space (previously it belonged to a Russian kid named Gherman Titov).

All her life Nora just wanted to be amid the stars; to be weightless. When she was a little girl she would imagine that when they were up there, astronauts could just reach out a finger and touch a star or hold them in their hand. You can imagine her disappointment when she found out you couldn't actually do that or any of it.

But it was still badass to be an astronaut. To experience what she'd gone to college to learn. When she would be up in the spaceport, waiting for the shuttle to fuel up, her crewmates would always find her huddled up to a window gazing out and wishing a lack of oxygen wouldn't keep her from going out without a suit. You know, instant death was never fun.

After her second mission up Nora had received a letter from the government. Asking if she would be willing to partake in genetic modification testing. They wanted to introduce a new genome a few other candidates, something they'd found due to a crash that had happened months prior. Something they'd referred to as, Element Zero. For the betterment of America, is what the last line of that letter had said. It was all too freaky for her taste and Nora had declined.

Declined until she found out the boyfriend of her dreams was really an asshole and the only friend Nora had was sleeping with him. Classic, right?

So, off Nora went to the facility. Not giving a damn about her wellbeing and under the impression the scientist did.

Wrong again it seemed.

Whatever it was they had pumped into her body, it felt like liquid nitrogen. Burning and freezing to the point where there were nights all Nora could do was scream. Her body was torn apart and reconnected; tested daily to see if any…abilities had surfaced.

Another astronaut, by the name of Dwayne, had joined her. The testing proved too much for him. He cracked first.

Sometimes when she'd had too much drink (or not enough) Nora had night terrors of that night.

The giant metal door to her room ripped off, chunks of wall going with it. Dwayne standing in the mist of concrete but his hands clean of debris.

Dwayne had given her no choice as he'd grabbed her and ushered her towards a waiting shuttle. Nora had been defenseless; her body useless after they'd upped the dosage of whatever it was they actually put in her. Nora watched on as Dwayne never even lifted a finger. His mind being enough to fling men into walls and across hallways.

She'd been absolutely terrified. Even more so when they'd ended up in the spaceship and launched into god knows where. Nora hadn't stayed awake for the trip. When she came too Dwayne was gone and she had been stranded on a different planet…in the galaxy.

Seven years later and here she was. In a bar. Which was her usual thing. The only thing unusual about this night was the fellow human in it.

Nora had noticed him the moment he had walked in. It wasn't often a fellow Terran showed up let alone in the same planetary system.

He was stocky. In the way a linebacker for a football team was stocky. He couldn't have been more than six foot two or three, but his frame alone made him seem larger somehow. He wore a maroon leather jacket (screaming ravager) dark charcoal microfiber shirt underneath, navy blue pants, and boots. Nora almost choked for a second when he turned around, showing off his assets, and she noticed the satchel.

That was definitely a first. Also, most definitely a ravager item of choice.

He walked into the bar with confidence exuding from him in waves. It was almost intoxicating. Almost, that is, until he opened his mouth. He'd made his way over to a Galadorian woman, who was close to his size if not an inch higher.

She was gorgeous as it went and had made Nora feel self-conscious the entire time she'd been there sipping on her Ryncol. The only person who had even dared to approach her had been some Xandarian looking guy on crack. Definitely not a mood booster.

Nora caught him staring down at the large chest the Galadorian possessed. Making her look down at her own with a frown. She shrugged it off and took another sip of her drink. Nora thought they were decent for her size.

She'd finished off her drink and ordered just a beer when she overheard him sputtering lines to Legs (shorter than Nora referring to her Galadorian all night). They were cheesy. Earth cheesy. But most of the species here had never thought to go to earth for anything. To most species, it was seen as the galaxy's toilet. Not a great picture of her home world.

It's when she heard him say, "You and me, we should be dancing in the sheets," is when Nora had lost it. Her beer spitting out from her lips and causing the bartender to shield himself with his rag. The bartender gave her a testy look as she held her hands up stuttering, "Sorry, sorry."

That's when she noticed him; felt him. She flung her head to the side and realized he was looking at her now. A look of searching amusement on his face as he continued to observe her. Legs becoming visually upset by his lack of attention.

"You okay?"

His voice reminded her of velvet being rubbed on bare skin. Not to mention he was even more handsome up close. His eyes the color of sea foam and the curls in his strawberry blonde hair turning more into messy waves.

She must have been staring too long because he's eyes quickly turned to concern at her prolonged silence. Nora snuck another glance at Legs and felt a smirk twitch the corner of her lips. Her knew gentleman friend easily noticed.

"I'm just fine. Just curious if you pick up every girl with cheesy 80's song lyrics or if it's an unintentional thing," Nora inquired coyly.

She watched as his eyes flashed with recognition; Nora was different. She knew he'd used a line from Shalamar's "Dancing in the sheets." Instantly letting him know one thing: they're from the same place.

He turned his whole body in her direction, Legs scoffing her displeasure behind them. Nora vaguely noticed her picking up her handbag and walking out. She could barely pay attention as his intense gaze was locked solely on her.

"Peter Quill: people call me Star-Lord."

Peter stuck out his hand for a friendly handshake. Nora's eyebrows shot up in amusement as she accepted his hand. It easily engulfed hers; the warmth sending a shiver down her spine.

"Nora Connolly. No code name yet."

Peter's smile wilted a little at the edges as he took his hand back and moved to face the bar. His elbows resting on its rusty metallic surface.

"It's an outlaw name," he muttered.

Reminding her of a pouty child. Even that was adorable. Maybe it was best she didn't drink anymore. The last time she drank too much she wound up waking up naked next to a Turian. Not a repeat of what she wanted. Besides the fact she swore off picking up guys in bars. Didn't mean she couldn't have a little fun.

"So what name is it you were expecting her to mutter while she was dancing between the sheets with you, Peter?"

They could both hear the obvious laughter in her voice as she took a sip of her drink. Giving him a sidelong look as she eyed him over the rim of her glass. He shot her a devastating smile in return.

"I think any would have done just fine."

"So what you really mean is; Star-Lord."

Nora couldn't stop herself as she giggled a little watching as Peter waved down the bartender but his eyes never left her.

"Can I get a beer for myself and-"his eyes scanned the drink in front of her "Make that two please."

"Actually, can I get another Ryncol?"

Peter turned his head sharply to look at her. Amazed and horrified.

"You can drink that stuff?"

Nora shrugged.

"It isn't that bad."

"I'm pretty sure it has a corrosive label written somewhere on that bottle."

She rolled her eyes trying to keep from smiling but failing. The bartender came back dropping off the drink order. Nora moved to take a sip of the Ryncol when she realized Peter was watching her like a kid at the circus. Eyes wide with wonderment and fear.

Nora let out a sigh as she moved it towards his direction.

"Na huh I am not putting that anywhere near my mouth."

"Come on, Star-Lord. If you're an outlaw you gotta act like one. John Wayne would be ashamed."

She threw the last in for good measure. Hoping that even he would get her old badass reference and luckily, Peter did.

"I'd like to keep my organs, thanks."

Shrugging Nora picked up the glass and said as she put the rim to her lips, "Suit yourself."

She took a quick sip and fought not to shiver at the taste. Ryncol was known to either make your mouth or intestines go numb or even make your tongue lose all feeling for weeks. Along with your taste buds. Nora was pretty sure she was at the last one.

Noticing Peter was still staring she put it back in his direction and watched as a cautious hand moved to grab it. Without thinking he grabbed the glass and downed more than half causing her eyes to flare open as Nora felt her body move out of her seat and over time him.

Peter's eyes were wide with shock as one booted foot stomped the ground. He couldn't even bring himself to cough in fear it would only make it worse. Eventually, he gave into the scratching at the back of his throat and coughed. Instantly regretting it as his eyes watered.

Nora tried to reassuringly rub his back but she found herself choking on her laughter; a hand over her mouth to try and muffle the sound.

"Oh my god this isn't funny! It's eating away at my esophagus! I should have-"Cough, "never listened to you!"

"Stop being a baby. I said drink some not gulp it down like a shot."

He gave her a stern look before another cough left him, this one making his eyes close shut.

Once Peter had coughed himself into a better mood, he and Nora had ended up in a corner booth at the bar. He'd placed his soft orange ear cover headphones on her head and played her something from his cassette player.

Nora instantly felt transported back to the 80's and if that hadn't of done it, the music that filled around them from inside the player would have.

"Oh, I love this song!" Nora yelled, just a little too happy and a little too drunk.

Peter had noticed wary glares in their direction but he didn't care. He wore a drunken smile a mile long as he watched Nora rock out to Billy Idol's "Dancing With My Self." Half way through she started singing along to it, her head bopping to the beat, and slowly she danced around in her spot.

When the song was over she reluctantly gave him the player back. The thought crossing her mind for a moment about stealing it.

"That was awesome!" she slurred giving him a cheesy grin.

It earned her one right back as he clipped the player back on his belt.

"You have no idea how having no music has killed me! That was like heaven in the form of dirty orange fabric."

"I have a player on my ship. We could ugh…go back there and listen to some more. If you wanted."

Nora eyed him playfully. It didn't take a rocket scientist to see what Peter was really asking. Even though she really wanted too…

"Do you mind if we stay here a little while longer?"

The hopefulness in his eyes dimmed as he looked down at the table briefly then back up at her. His eyes guarded and face neutral as he gave her a half ass smile.

"Yeah sure. Whatever works."

"That is fucking awesome! Do it again!" Peter roared beside her.

For the past thirty minutes she had been showing off what she could do with her biotics. Nothing fancy other than flinging small glasses off of shelves and pushed the ones on their table around. Nora could feel a cold sweat of excursion touch the back of her neck.

Years later and she still didn't have very good control over it. Her body was letting her know that if she continued she would be in trouble soon. Nora most definitely did not want to embarrass herself in front of him.

"I'm glad I found you tonight, Peter."

"Me too," he replied, honestly.

God her head was pounding. What did she do last night?

Nora moved to open her eyes and instantly shut them when a blast of light sheered her retinas. She let out a groan as she rolled onto her side. Her foot connecting with something hard yet squishy.

Nora wasn't too worried about it until she heard a grown come in the opposite direction and a searing pain in her hand, no, her digits.

She abruptly shot up and tried to focus away from the dizziness and sudden nausea she'd reduced herself too. It seemed the more awake she became the more the pain became apparent and it was awful. Turning to her side she noticed that sex on legs was lying next to her.

For a second Nora was ready to freak out when she realized they were both fully clothed. But she was on a ship she knew most definitely was not hers.

Oh god, what was his name?

She groaned as her hand moved to cup her forehead. The more she tried to think about the name the more her head throbbed.

Patrick?

No.

Preston?

No, that sounds way the hell off.

Pete?

"Pete?" she asked loudly. He didn't move. "Pete? Pete! Peter!" She noticed he stirred beside her and she took her hand down away from her forehead and used it to start shaking him.

"Ugh, come on guys," Peter grumbled into his arm. "Five more minutes."

Nora wanted to grumble something in response when her hand hurt again. Specifically a precise finger. Looking down Nora had to wait for her eyes to focus to make sure she had seen things clearly. When she did, her heart went into freak out mode. Nora started to shake him vigorously until he shouted, "Alright I'm up! I'm freakin' up!"

That's when Peter noticed it too. A pain so sweet and explosive. Different than anything he'd ever felt. But only on one finger. The minute it crossed his mind he got up fast, hangover be damned, and looked down at his ring finger on his left hand.

What he saw there almost made him throw up right then and there.

Gamora was going to be so pissed. This wasn't the plan. How was he even supposed to explain this to her when he didn't even know how the hell it had happened in the first place.

Peter looked up at her; shock making him fight vomiting as she tucked a loss strand of hair behind her ears. Nora looked around nervously before she settled back on him and waved small, before she spoke.

"Hi."

Peter didn't know what to do. The only thing he knew of was that here he was…looking at his wife.

So what did you guys think?! Reviews and comments are always much appreciated!

There are also some Mass Effect references in this. I thought it would be fun to throw it in. If you don't know what that is, it's okay. I'll explain it all out as much as I can so there is no confusion. Thanks again so much for reading!

MUCH LOVE,