Woow, just wooow... so many followers in just 2 days! I am so thankful for everyone that was taken the time to read this. Thanks for the 6 favourites and to cuddlyhipster and keyrousse man you made me smile! I was really nervous about the story and everything – still am! – but you made my day when I read those reviews.

Anyway, it takes me a bit to write this because I write it on a notebook then correct it add things and then to the computer xd so it's a process, but I like it because I learn more English and I love writing. I will be posting more often these two weeks because I'm on vacations and all, but anyway… blablabla, thanks for everything!

Hope you like it :)


Chapter 2

— "…well, he wasn't here!" – he heard a low voice shoiting.

— "But he is here."

— "Argg… he is not… here, here, you dumbass."

— "Still, we should have waited" — a female whispered.

Peter stirred; feeling his body finally coming back to life as shouting appeared to be all around him. Why were they shouting?! Gosh! Couldn't they just talk in a whisper or with morse code or something? He closed his eyes tightly to block the growing pain crossing his temples, but it was not going anywhere. When had he got such a terrible headache? When had he fallen asleep and most importantly, who the hell had turned the heat off?! It was freaking freezing!

— "Wait, I think he is waking up. — he heard the female voice whispering, who he could only guess was the nice green assassin, Gamora.

— "About damn well time!" — someone yell making his brain cells explode there for a second. That had to be Rocket, for there was no other in his ship that would yell like that without giving a single shit about the one resting.

— Could you… not yell, please?" — he whispered back while opening his blue eyes. Everything was out of focus for a second, the view of the Galaxy already lost by the shadowy blurry image of his team, but soon enough it stopped spinning and he was able to adjust his eyes to the new light and sit back up on the chair starring at the new faces surrounding him.

— "Well, good morning to you too." — Was Rocket's sarcastic reply. He ran a paw over his fur and rolled his eyes as if trying to make Peter understand he was not going to take his request into account.

All the lights from the Milano were somehow on and his Walkman was still on, but hanging around his neck, which to him was for once a good thing, for he could have not tolerated the high and strong music he loved so much right now. He stopped the cassette and turned to see his four companions staring at him all with different expressions: Rocket had his furry arms around his chest looking ready to throw a bomb at him; Gamora was raising an eyebrow as if waiting for him to stand up and command everything smoothly while deciphering an ancient code…like that was ever going to happen; Drax just stared at him with a blank expression and Groot, well just was just being Groot.

Okay, time to wake up completely or else everything was going to go down the drain from here and he was definitely not ready to have a horrible headache and a fight with his team. He just couldn't have a day of rest anymore: he was in charge of them, as he had promised the Nova Corp, and he was known for keeping his promises…except with ladies, but those didn't count, right?

He took about 5 seconds to compose himself. They didn't need to know he was feeling crappy, a captain never got sick or he sucked it up, or at least that's what he had been told by his mother and Yondu. During his childhood he had heard a lot of tales about important sailors and captains that never seemed to need to sleep or eat or think. They were important and everyone around them seemed to respect them. It was nothing like the situation he was at, but deep down the inner child of Peter Quill really wanted to prove himself, to prove to the world that he was not a screw up and that Yondu had not made a mistake by taking him under his arm rather than as a supper dessert.

So he was going to be himself: charming, happy, smiling and relax and not thinking about how his body just wanted to crawl under a really nice and warm blanket (again, why was so damn cold in here?!) and about how his brain seemed to be cracking every time he stared at something too bright, with too many colours or just everything in general.

— "Well, good morning to you too, Rocket." — he smiled brightly. —"What time is it anyway?"

—"It is 7:35 in the morning." — was Drax answer and Peter frowned. So he had slept about 30 minutes give or take, uh… interesting. On the bright side, at least it was more than a minute…

— "That early? Geez, what happened to late waking? Haven't you heard of brunch?" — he teased as he scratched the back of his head. He really wanted to move from the chair but his feet seemed to be glued to the ground.

— "Well excuse me your highness, but we were kind of in the middle of something!" — Rocket snapped back.

Pain exploded on Peter's head each time a new word was pronounced in that high pitched voice, but he kept himself in check, the only sign of his discomfort a twitch on his left eye. He wanted to say something back, he really did. Screw being a hero or a captain, the pain was too much for him to bear, but what did that mean? That this was just an act? That he wasn't really meant for the skies and should have allowed Yondu's team to eat him? No, he had to try, he had to, even if only for himself.

Rocket rolled his eyes and Gamora moved behind him as if waiting for him to stand up and move to the common room where they could all sit and chat, but Drax raised an eyebrow at him allowing him to push it a little bit more before he had to challenge his body to stand.

— "What is this brunch you speak of?" — came the almost obvious question. Someone really needed to give him a book about metaphors and acronyms, it would make everything so much easier, but Peter was never one to criticize… much.

— "Brunch? Breakfast plus lunch, equals brunch. Ehh…, never mind." — he added with a simple smile before turning his head to the side —"So, what's up?" — he finally asked without moving too much from his seat, fearing that if he stood up the whole world around him would spin too much for his liking.

If they were mad about him for not standing it was left aside as the atmosphere suddenly changed. The air condensed with the glare of a green face — for once not directed at Peter — and Rocket tried to avoid all eye contact. Peter swallowed slowly realizing just now how much it actually hurt to bring fluid down his pharynx, but he ignored it and stayed silent watching their every move.

— "Well… emm…"— Rocket began as he scratched the back of his head and sifted his body weight from one foot to the other —"Since you were too out of it to answer the intercom, you lady Terran, I did" — he finally spat out, still not looking at anyone directly.

It took Peter a few seconds to grap the meaning behind those words.

Oh shit… was the only thought dancing through his brain.

The first thing that came to him was anger: how dare they decide something without him? He was the damn captain! His ship, his team! He was in charged and would often think really hard before accepting something, any offer from even the Nova Corp. There was never a time he would accept an offer out of the blue without thinking about all the possible outcomes and repercussions it might have on them and they just decided to say yes the second they had a chance to do so?

His fingers pressed hard into his palm, making his knuckled whiter than usual. Adrenaline crossed his entire body as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over him. He wanted to scream at them and leave the room — fuck being a damn captain if his team didn't even think about asking him about something as obvious as a mission — but… but this was Peter Quill… and he could barely get angry at a bad guy that wanted to destroy the universe, so soon the anger left his body as sunlight left the surface of Earth every day, leaving darkness behind.

All he was left with now was confusion and exhaustion. He still felt hurt that Rocket still didn't trust him with things, but he had a reason, right? 12% of a plan had been all he had had that time. Truthfully, it had been a bit more than 12% and now he usually had a 100% plan if they followed it, but he was always prepared if they decided not to follow it, but still it was not enough. It never seemed to be enough and that make him cringe inside. Could he really become the captain they needed?

He liked having people to depend on him, but in reality he was better accustomed to just waking up when he wanted to, eating when he needed to and paying his bills when someone else wanted him dead because of them. That was how he was used to living, so it was hard now to all of a sudden have to think of a month meal plan, labor hours, etc. Even thinking about it right now was giving him a bigger headache. How the hell had he not panicked about it already? Oh right, maybe being barely able to sleep every once in a while was kind of a sign that he actually was… not that he was really going to admit it out loud.

— "Peter?" — Gamora asked in a sweet gentle voice that made Peter snap out of his own self-loading mode.

— "Oh, right… em, okay, okay…" — he thought out loud as he, stupidly, forgot about his problems and decided to stand up and turned around to face them. For a moment his legs seemed to fail him as the room spun around him and he had to put both hands on the back of the chair to sustain himself.

Frowning at his own weakness he thanked whoever was out there for making his movements look as if he was thinking and not almost falling to the floor like a rad doll. He kept on that position for a second or two just to give the sensation that it was on purpose while he begged for the world around him to stop playing to be a spinning top.

After a couple of minutes his head stopped feeling as if needles where being pushed inside it and he was finally left to deal with the issue at hand.

— "So… who is this guy you spoke to, uh? What did he want?" — he asked Rocket with a tired expression that did not go unnoticed by Gamora.

Everyone turned towards the furry little being at the center of the room and waited.

— "I was just going to explain that when someone…" — and he glared at Gamora —"…decided to interrupt and yell because, and I quote, you should not have done that and a lot of other nonsense I decided not to pay attention to".

— "It was not nonsense! It would have taken you about a second to wake him up."

— "I was merely taking an administrative decision." — he growled back.

Yup, this was definitely his team. Peter sighed and thought about leaving, but he couldn't. He had to make things right, he had to. It was his team, his chance.

— "Woow, no need to start another fight, guys. It's fine with me if he decided to emm… make an administrative decision or whatever that is." — he interrupted quickly and added as much of a smile as he could for Gamora to believe him —"Just… why don't we stop wasting each other's time and get to the end of this. All right?"

— "I am groot!"

— "See? Even big tree here wants the yelling to stop."

Gamora rolled her eyes at his response, but other than that decided not to interfere anymore. Rocket seemed pleased with his answer as his shoulders relaxed a bit before he began speaking again.

— "Well, sleeping beauty, it was the Nova Corp. That weird old lady and all." — he began while frowning, most likely trying to remember as much details as possible — "Said she had told ya about a 200.000 credit deal and was waitin' for your answer. 200.000 credits, Peter! And ya never spoke about it with us?" — he said as Peter's heart began sinking.

Oh no… please don't say it… please don't…

— "So I did ya a favour, ALL of us a favour." — he said in the most altruistic way possible. —"I accepted it for ya. It's only a 2 days trip till we get there. In and out…"

But that was all Peter heard, the rest of the mission details already in the back of his mind and his heart began jumping in his chest, his pain already forgotten as only one thought came to mind.

Oh fuck, we are fucking dead.


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