Peter Quill is sick.

Peter Quill is sick, and he's dead set on making sure that everyone in the galaxy knows it.

He rolls over in bed, pulling the sheets up over his head, letting out a loud, plaintive whine. "Kiiiiittty, it huuuuurts."

Kitty sits down on the bed next to Peter, holding a hot cup of tea in one hand. She pulls the sheets down, and props him up against his pillows. "Who knew you'd be such a baby when your sick."

Peter pouts and bats his eyes at her. "Not a baby. Babe maybe, bae even, but..." He cuts himself off to let out another loud moan.

It takes everything within Kitty to not roll her eyes at him. Her dad was the same way, when he got sick, and instead of letting herself get sad at the thought, she simply wonders if it's a guy thing on some level. She hands Peter the tea cup. "This will make you feel better."

Peter's mouth curves down, and his eyebrows bunch together. His entire face scrunches into a powerful, tight frown. Kitty stops him before he can utter a 'no'.

"Look, if you drink that, and take some of..." she looks at the glowing purple liquid in a bottle that Lydia assured her was medicine, "this...stuff...I'll do something for you."

Peter's eyes spark and his face relaxes. "Something?" He asks hopefully.

"Sure, something to make you feel better." She pats his hand tenderly. Peter opens his mouth, but Kitty cuts him off again. "But not sex, you doofus. Not until your fever breaks."

Peter mulls it over for a moment, then nods. "Fine. Fair. I guess." He takes the tea and what Kitty really, really hopes is medicine and not poison, and drinks them both down. He lays back, looking for approval.

Kitty smiles and kisses his forehead-he really is burning up-tucking him in to bed and fluffing his pillows. "Okay, what would make space boy feel better?"

Peter thinks, eyes rising up under heavy sitting brows. He thinks intensely for a moment. "Tell me a story."

Kitty is surprised, to say the least. She wonders if the fever has made Peter regress to...but his maturity level has always been kind of stunted, she guesses. "Okay, sure, a story." She settles back in the bed next to him, sitting over the sheets, one arm wrapped around his swaddled in form, head resting softly on his chest.

"Okay...once upon a time..."

There was a pirate-

Peter's eyes sparkle in glee. "Sweet. Is he a sexy pirate?"

Kitty gives him a reprimanding look and clears her throat.

There was a pirate. A lady pirate.

"Question still stands."

"Peter, let me tell the flarkin' story!"

He mashes his lips together and nods.