Hey, so I thought about it. I'll carry on the story but I'm not too sure where I'm gonna take it so if anyone has any suggestions then please let me know.

Also, my updates will be pretty irregular as I'm trying to juggle my life around and it's hard to find the time.

Disclaimer: I do not own Guardiand of the Galaxy, the characters or anything from the marvel universe.

Warning: there will be swearing here and there in this.

Warnings may vary depending on chapter but swearing will probably be quite consistent.

Lastly, I apologise for any spelling or grammatical errors!!

Anyway...

Peters P.O.V

Hours had passed since they left the planet. The other guardians were keeping an eye on Nebula whilst each telling Mantis about their individual backgrounds. Peter had noticed a pattern in the progression of their conversations: someone would say something, another would give their critical opinion, they'd start bickering, everyone eventually gets involved, Rocket threatens to blow them all up, someone shouts "Shut up!!" (Normally Gamora or Nebula), they all go silent, then roughly an hour later they start again. Idiots. Peter shook his head slowly as a small smirk began to form. That day on Xandar, I would never have guessed that eventually these people would become my closest friends...my family.

He glanced at the Centaurian besides him. The blue guy hadn't said a word since they left the planet. Maybe he should say something? Lighten the mood.

"So, are-"

"I'm fine. We have nothing further to discuss"

Damnit. After a couple moments, he tried again.

"Yondu, are you- are you mad at me?"

Yondus gaze kept forward "What went through your head when he told you I was supposed to deliver you to him"

"I don't know. I guess- I was- maybe, angry? I think. Angry because I'd been deprived of my own father" the centaurian looked down. "But something wasn't right"

At this, Yondu lifted his eyebrow "oh really. Keep going kid" genuinely intrigued.

"Nothing changed. When I was younger, all I ever dreamed of was my dad coming for me, to take me with him, to feel like I belonged there- with him. But when I saw him, when I got to know him - nothing." Peter blinked back the tears he hadn't realised were forming. He hadn't had a father growing up - he focused his gaze back on the man beside him. Actually, maybe I did. "Yondu - "

"I suggest you go get some rest kid, we'll be there in a few hours. I'll be fine, I got this"

Peter merely nodded his head and left, sensing the guy just wanted to be left alone for a while.

Peter made his way to his room and once he got there he lauded down. He was about to reach for his Walkman when he realised that he had it no more - Ego crushed it. Bastard. He took a few deep breaths. What the fuck am I supposed to do now? He released a long, tired sigh. This day is the worst. Well, if I don't have my Walkman then I guess I just gotta make my own music then...

"What have I gotta do to make you love me?"

"What have I gotta do to make you care?"

"What do I do when lightning strikes me"

"And I wake to find that you're not there"

Peter closed his eyes and willed away the tears ready to form.

All he ever wanted growing us was a family. His mother dies, his extended family didn't want him, his fathers a psycho. Yep, one big happy family alright!

He willed unconsciousness to take him, and slowly, all his worries and fears faded away...

"Peter. Peter darling" a dying women later in bed, reaching out to a young boy no older than 9. "Peter, I want you to know that I love you, I love you so much, I'll never leave you". She reached out further and the boy flinched away - why was she saying this? She'll be alright, right? "I love you, Star-lord"

Suddenly the outstretched arm dropped, her eyes closed and Peter threw himself over her, begging her to come back, to not leave him. Two strong arms grabbed him and pulled him outside the hospital room. The man who had taken him outside looked him straight at Peter "Kid, stay here. Don't. Move." Then the man disappeared back inside the room.

Once the man was out of site, Peter got up and ran. Out the room. Out the hospital. As far as he could get.

He spent countless days being tormented by his classmates. He spent countless hours covering up and trying to hide his bruises. And the person who always helped, always patched him up, always showed they cared, his ONLY friend...had died tonight.

He kept running until he had reached a clearing. He dropped to the ground, knees giving in, limbs aching. His tears burnt his cheeks, his sobs exhausted his lungs. He just sat there, crying, begging for his mother to come back. To hug him and tell him he's going to be alright, she'll protect him. He waited for her, for hours he stayed there - waiting.

But she never came.

Peter barely noticed the increased wind and the lights coming from above him. Now marked the moment where his life would change forever, and yet it was all just a blur to him now. He knew though, that whatever happened, he was on his own - there was no one to protect him now.

Peter shot up out of bed, sweat dripping down his forehead. He planted heavily and looked around. It was just a memory. He exhaled at the thought.

"Peter?" His gaze shot up to the door and had only just noticed Gamora standing there, concern all over her face.

"Oh, uh, sorry about that. Umm, can I help you?" He managed to squeeze up a small smile.

Gamora didn't buy it, but decided not to press - he'll tell her when he's ready. "I came to tell you we're here"

"Oh, yeh. Thanks". Gamora nodded and left.

Peter sat up and tried to clear his mind. Then his head snapped up. Wait, hold up. Where even is here?