The boy didn't fight, he didn't claw or bite or even cry. He bit his lip and took the rough hands that held him like he was used to treatment and stared at Yondu with eyes filled with anger, not the fear he expected. What the hell happened to this kid to make him so ok with the crew holding him the way they were when Yondu arrived on the scene to finally great their cargo (soon to be crew but the others didn't need to know that yet).
He didn't fight even when his eyes widened with brief fear at the device being pressed into his neck to install the translator. It wasn't a painful process but in Yondu's experience, children tended to cry when poked with anything, especially by strangers who just technically kidnapped them.
Peter was different though, he barely reacted, just seemed to want it to be over with. Didn't want to fight them on anything, it would make their jobs easier sure but it didn't sit right with Yondu.
Three days later, that worry only increased when Kraglin convinced him to go visit the boy for the first time in the holding cell because he wasn't eating and that wasn't normal for a child to not eat.
He looked into the holding cell and stared cautiously seeing the cot empty, it appeared his cargo was trying to hide from them. He smirked, if the kid was trying to set an ambush he certainly had more spunk then Yondu originally gave him credit for.
Yondu walked in front of the cell and was almost disappointed to find that wasn't the case. The boy's meal was left by the cell door, untouched just as Kraglin had informed him and he heard a low chanting coming from under the cot and realized the boy had been sleeping under there, probably hadn't moved from his spot in a few days since he had been tossed in here.
Yondu groaned, why couldn't the brat fight back? Bite, kick, punch, scream, anything but this. This wasn't helping Yondu's case of turning him into a ravenger, this was just making Yondu do something he hadn't done in a very long time, feel sympathy for another life form.
He sat down on the cot and waited for the boy to react to his presence, he didn't. He just stubbornly stayed where he was at, curled tight underneath him. His music thing being turned up louder at his presence, that low chanting getting louder, so the boy didn't want to hear anything he had to offer. Stubborn little brat.
Yondu rested his back against the wall, he wasn't leaving until the boy came out, he had nothing better to do. He wasn't the crews mother, they could take care of themselves until he had his say with the boy and it was up to the boy how long that would take.
Yondu passed the time sharpening his knife and a smirk rose at the silence that finally came from under the bed. It seemed the primitive Terran technology finally died on the boy. The annoyed grunt that followed made Yondu smile as he continued to sharpen his blade.
"Ya ready to come out, boy?" He called but got no answer still.
"Don't mind me then, I ain't leaving then."
The boy defiantly curled in a tighter ball under the bed, he wasn't coming out yet. That was fine, Yondu could wait.
