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Weeks after the battle of Xandar with Ronan, the Guardians decided to settle down for a few days on the planet. It was the least the Xandarians could do after the Guardians had saved their planet. Peter had entered the main bunk of the Milano to see Drax and Gamora sitting at the table, sharpening their weapons. Peter drew in a deep breath as he walked by the two to see Rocket gathering some of his guns into a bag.

"What are you doing?" Peter questioned.

Without looking up, Rocket responded with, "Getting rid of some of my old guns. They aren't useful in battle anymore." He then looked up at Peter with a smirk painted across his lips. "Decided since we're galaxy savers now, I can sell the ones that won't be any use in galaxy saving. Get some units off them."

Gamora scoffed loudly and the two looked back at her. "What are you scoffing at, greeny?"

Gamora's eyes shot up at Rocket as she continued sharpening her sword. "Do you really think we'll be two time galaxy savers, rodent?"

Peter's eyes widened as he looked back down at Rocket. Rocket mumbled a few words under his breath, but Peter could hear them just fine. "Why ya gotta take the joy out of everything?" Rocket got up to his feet and wrapped the bag's strap around his shoulders and back. He looked at Peter.

"Would you mind joining me?" Rocket questioned with a smirk.

"I would love to." Peter replied, pulling his coat on.

Gamora placed her sword on the table. "Do you really think Xandarian people are going to buy your weapons?"

"Not Xandarian people, Xandarian soldiers. They could use a little extra somethin' to save their asses." Rocket responded in a know-it-all tone. Gamora sighed heavily as she grabbed her sword once again and began sharpening it.

"Groot, we'll be back!" Rocket yelled to the growing sprout in the pot. Rocket and Peter exited the ship and made their way through Xandar, occasionally asking civilians if they would like to buy weapons.

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Rocket and Peter entered the ship several hours later, only to see Gamora standing in front of them with her hands on her hips. Peter noticed her foot had been tapping the ground angrily.

"Where have you two been?" Gamora questioned.

"What are you, our mother?" Rocket asked snidely, moving past her.

A loud grumble came from Gamora's throat. "We are a crew now, rodent." She said as she slowly moved closer to Rocket. "Drax and I waited for hours for you two to come back. We didn't know if something went wrong or if something went right. You need to tell us."

Rocket crossed his arms. "First, since we're a crew now, stop calling me rodent. Second, everything went perfectly. Happy?"

Gamora groaned tiredly. "You need to tell us that before you come back."

"Just be happy we came back. We were planning on spending a few nights with some Xandarian broads." Rocket said, winking to Peter.

Gamora turned to face Peter, her hands moving to her hips. "Oh really?" She questioned.

Peter gave Rocket a sour look, then returned his gaze to Gamora. "No, we weren't. We were always planning to come home."

Home. It was the first time the ship had been vocally called their home. Peter drew in a deep breath as he took his coat off. "I'll be in my room if you need me." He said as he strolled to his room.

Mom,

Peter began to write in his journal.

Today was a good day. Rocket and I went to sell his old guns and it turns out Nova Prime was actually going to ask us to make them new weapons. It's a good thing Rocket had more than enough to go around, but I heard him tell Nova Prime that when we arrived back at the ship, he would make more for them. He may be smartass and a jackass, but Rocket is a good guy and I consider him a very good friend. It just takes a little bit for him to get out of his defensive stage. I'm glad I have a partner like him though. His knowledge with building new weapons comes in handy.

We even talked a little bit about our past. Rocket won't talk much about his, but he asked me about mine. He asked how the hell a Terran made it to Space. I explained everything to him about that night at the hospital. I talked about Gramps. I talked about the Walkman. I talked about you.

He apologized for my loss. He even apologized for making fun of me for the Walkman. He didn't realize it had significance to you. I didn't expect him to, but he still apologized. Like I said, he's a great guy but he can be a jackass.

Today was the first day I vocally called the Milano our home. I know it felt weird for Gamora and Rocket to hear for the first time, but I knew it felt right to them. Neither of them had permanent homes and I feel really sorry for them. I tried asking Rocket about his backstory, but he got really silent and teary eyed, so I decided not to overstep my boundaries. He'll tell me when he's ready. I'm okay with that.

Hey Mom, I never told you last time I wrote in here that I finally opened your gift to me. I love it. The songs are great and they remind me all of you. Awesome Mix Vol. 2. Thanks Ma. I wish you were here to listen to it with me. That would make it so much better. I try to make Gamora listen to it with me, but she told me she wouldn't touch me with a ten foot pole. I think she's over exaggerating. More like a 5 foot pole at this point.

Peter chuckled as wrote his last sentence. He quickly closed his journal once he heard a knock on his door. "Yeah?" He asked. The door creaked open and Rocket peered in. "What's up?" Peter asked.

"I just wanted to thank you for coming with me today, man. It would have been weird without someone by my side." Rocket admitted.

Peter smiled. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, I mean you're the same as a dumbass, lumbering tree. That's why I decided to take you." Rocket joked as he closed the door.

"Shut the hell up!" Peter exclaimed as he smiled. He opened the journal back up and finished writing.

Yeah, Mom, I like it with these guys. They're my family.

-Star-Lord

Peter closed the journal and placed it on his bedside table. He lay on his back on the bed and took a deep breath as he stared at the ceiling. They're my family, he thought.