It had been probably almost week since Peter Quill learned that the love of his life was gone forever. His usually carefree attitude was gone. He didn't eat, and he barley slept. He ignored Nebula trying to comfort him, Gamora was her sister. All did all day was watch the so called "Iron Man" and try to learn as much as he could about the "Avengers." All this tin can would do was rant about how the wizard guy back on Titan abandoned them because he thought he was better than everyone else, and take care his partner, another tin can called "Spider-man." He was so young that Quill thought up tons of possibilities of what the hell happened to Earth. The child had been injured in an explosion caused by the same purple bastard that had killed Gamora. Thanos. Quill soon learned that kid was named Peter, just like him. After Tony, who was Iron Man patched him up, he was doing okay, but just yesterday one of the deeper wounds had become infected, and Peter got sick. Tony was able the clean the cut, but he needed medicine to give him. Now they needed to get to earth quicker.

Quill wondered if Peter was Tony's son. Every time the kid cried he kiss his small head push his hair back. Quill was now just staring into Gamora's room where Peter stayed. Suddenly he heard a whimper. Quill walked to the bed where the kid was. "Hey Peter."

Peter looked at him. Quill realized something about the kid that he didn't notice before. The kid was so damn adorable. He had big brown puppy dog eyes, messy curls, and a tiny body. At the same time he looked like death. He was extremely pale except for his red sweaty cheeks and forehead. Peter opened his mouth and said in a small voice "My head hurts."

"Sorry squirt," Quill replied.

"When I get home i'll have to go to the hospital, and I don't want to," Peter said.

"Your scared of hospitals aren't you."
Peter didn't say anything for about a minute. Then he replied. "My heart used to sick. When I was eight I had to get surgery. I was in so much pain for days." Quill was the same age as Peter the last time he was on earth.

"I hate hospitals too," Quill told Peter. "I was eight years old too, when my mother got cancer. I watched her suffer through treatments, but they didn't work. I watched her die. When it happened I ran out of the hospital, and here I am now."

"I'm sorry about your mother ," Peter said.

"Chill Pete just call me Quill, my name is Peter too you know." Quill paused for a moment, then said "I know you're of the hospital, but your dad will take of you."

Peter chuckled " isn't my dad."

"Alright, but he'll still take of you, and i'll stay as well." Quill looked at Peter. He was grabbing his head.

"Peter is there a way I can help you?" Quill asked.

Peter answered "I like it when people play with my hair, but you don't have to if you don't want to."

Quill didn't say anything, he just ran his fingers through Peter's hair. It was so soft. Eventually he said "Try to sleep now." And Peter fell asleep almost instantly.

Quill just lay there in Gamora's bed and felt peace. He could fell almost feel her presence. He fell asleep as well, and it was the sleep he had in a while.