Yondu woke up sometime the next day after the drugs began to wear thin and scowled at the brightly colored poster greeting. "You're awesome" it said and Yondu only rolled his eyes at it, turning over so he didn't have to see it anymore and instantly growled at the more obnoxious 'Bork' poster with a Terran Creature he didn't recognize in a Star Ship surrounded by bright colors on his side wall.
Peter. This was Peter's room. That means he was on the Milano it seemed.
"Goooood Morning, sunshine," speak of the devil.
"What the hell did ya do now, boy?"
Peter set the tray he was holding on his desk (littered with crap like it always was) before taking a seat at the chair there.
"I didn't do anything this time, old man," he said with a sigh and a shrug, "Well, saved yer life and stopped Rocket from eating ya but that's what heroes are for."
"Uh huh. I'm sure," Yondu spat back at the boy looking him up and down, too smug, too happy and easy going, too Peter. He only prayed he wasn't stuck with the boy too long.
"The rat is so scary and I'm sure he would want to take a bite out of me," Yondu chuckled and Peter smiled brightly walking over to him to change his bandages. Yondu allowed him to without much complaint, just the usual accusation that Peter didn't know what he was doing that Peter chose to ignore.
"He ain't ever had centaurian meat and you're just lucky I was around to save ya."
"My hero," Yondu grunted out digging into the food Peter offered knowing the boy was too soft to ever poison him, even if he wanted to.
"That's just what us heroes do," Peter said with a smile settling back down in his chair waiting patiently for Yondu to finish eating.
Peter wasn't completely against being petty and by the smug smile Yondu was wearing, he seemed to be taking it with good humor.
For now anyway.
After Yondu had fallen asleep, Peter slipped out of his room and went about putting everything back where it went. To his relief no one appeared to be awake now but him.
Good. He didn't feel like discussing Yondu with them. Nothing happened and maybe nothing would happen.
As he was rinsing the dishes and just about to reach over to dry them, he nearly dropped his favorite bowl (and only one after Drax broke most of them last time he was drunk) when he heard Rocket spit his name out. He groaned, it was impossible to get any privacy now and of course his maybe father figure had to take his room from him.
"So how's the happy family reunion goin'?"
"Me and Yondu ain't family."
"Uh huh," was Rocket's response much to Peter's annoyance.
"He ain't threatening to kill me if that's what ya mean."
"So how long are we going to be keeping around your not family member around?"
"As long as we need to I guess," Peter responded keeping things vague much to Rocket's annoyance, "My ship, my call."
He heard Rocket take that breath, he was about to tell him off and demand answers so Peter quickly cut him off.
"I told him you would eat him if he got out of line and he really believes it," Peter said turning to his friend with his smuggest smile, "So you can keep yourself entertained with that knowledge until we get rid of him."
"Why would I want…?"
"You don't, probably, I don't know," Peter said with a shrug turning away from his friend and heading far away from him before he wanted to ask him why he really wanted to keep his former captor around, "But he doesn't know that."
Being petty and avoiding talking about his problems were just two things Peter was really good at.