Chapter Two

It's not exactly warm on Yondus ship. So when Kraglin entered the captains quarters it wasn't a shock to feel a higher than normal temperature. Yondu had to have turned it up before he left, after all Terrans are more susceptible to cooler temperatures. Kraglin just stood there for a moment, just staring at Peters sleeping form. He knew if he got closer that it would probably wake the other. This distance now was fine. He couldn't see any wounds or damage and was sure that Yondu would have told him of any such findings.

If he was being completely honest Kraglin didn't know what to think. This was after all the first time he'd come home after gathering himself a crew. He didn't know if he should be angry at this new crew or terrified knowing that Peter would surely go back. It was a hard pill to swallow knowing he wouldn't be on the ship where they knew the crew would look out for each other. They knew his quirks, what buttons they could and couldn't push. They knew what would happen if they went to far, what consequences there were.

This new crew, did they know what they shouldn't do? How Peter would react to certain events or what foods he could eat. Did they know how much he never wanted to kill someone but would do what he had to for family, for the crew. It was quite obvious that they did not. Why else would he be here. Releasing a sigh Kraglin shuffled closer to the bed. Peter stirred at the movement but recognized it for who it was.

"He told me to not knock you one if you were sneaking about Kraglin. How long has it been?" Peter asked as he stretched before curling into the bed again. He was comfortable and not quite ready to go back to a crew that he didn't know how they would react. He could guess, oh lord could he guess. Even given their very different pasts and what they grew up with, he could safely say, they didn't think he was capable of being cruel. It wouldn't be that he killed that shocked them. Oh no. It would be that he took that man to the slaughter and didn't budge. There was no hesitance cause that's what would get you killed. If you give them room to come back you very well might not.

It was something he'd learned here. With his original family. His original crew. Sure they'd push and shove and fight tooth and nail. Really though it's what made them stronger. The person you decked in the face during dinner very well may be the person who saved your life on the next assignment. Everyone here knew that. They didn't hold grudges cause that would wipe out the crew. It was terrible that Peter felt the need to hide himself from the crew he'd assembled. That he couldn't just go along with what he used to during his time with Yondu and Kraglin.

"Bout 4 hours. That crew o' yours will be getting restless. Best to not let them get jittery. You know how it can be." Indeed Peter did know. There was nothing good that could come from a crew on edge.

"Wont be to much longer. Just, to comfortable to get up at the moment." Peter was lying and he knew it. He just didn't want to face the music when he opened those doors. He knew he'd have to at some point he'd just rather have his nerves set beforehand.

"Ere scoot over. It's been a long day and I'm tired." Kraglin said pushing Peter over so he'd have room to sleep. It wasn't a small bed and really Peter didn't have to move for there to be room. It was more so for the comfort. Like when you're a child and have a nightmare. How often did you climb into your parents bed to sleep. How often did the sound of their heart beating lull you back into slumber? In much the same way Kraglin was just offering this comfort to Peter.

"I'll head out in the morn. Things should be more than settled by then." Peter grumbled before tossing an arm over Kraglin.

"Ya know Yondu is gonna shove you over when he gets back." His remark was met with silence and soon the sound of heavy breathing. It really had been a rough day.

Yondu was pacing the main deck as his crew set a course for their net assignment. It wasn't anything special. Nothing that required extra planning. Just an easy in out and get paid. So oblivious to the glances of those on the deck he paced. Deep in thought about how his son was doing. How he'd even managed to find them or how long he'd been flying the Milano till he had. He'd have to ask the rest of Peter's crew to find out. Perhaps he could while peter was still in his quarters sleeping. Decision made he stopped his pacing.

"Keep er on course boys." Then he was gone. Coat whipping after him as he rushed towards the hanger. It was one thing for this new crew to be shocked, Ravagers were not the best behaved of people especially when in a rage. If they'd just left his kin to fly alone, to manage himself till he found a place to rest. Well. He'd be damned if they got off scott free. It was probably their fault Peter was in this mess.

The clicks of his boots on metal as he marched down the metal halls sent a thrill down his spine. No he'd be making sure this 'new crew' was up to snuff. He'd not let his boy run around with some half-assed group trying to play at something they're not. That kind of danger was just not permitted. This was after all his son and no one got away with causing his son harm. Intentional or not.

Sweeping into the hanger Yondu looked slowly inspected the Milano from a distance. It was really in pristine shape. Barely a scratch on her surface. Something rarely seen now days. He could see a light flickering from the window leading to the main deck. He couldn't help the itch in his back to make sure nothing was wrong. With the ship, with the crew, with his son. A slow march down the stairs, around the few boxes that littered the bay where the Milano was parked, and he was at the hatch.

Pausing at the access panel there was a brief moment where Yondu wondered if Peter had changed the access code. A few tones later and apparently not. He wasn't sure if he should be proud of knowing his boy so well, or cuff him over the head for never changing the pass-code. Either way the his and metal thunk of the hatch and Yondu was striding into the Milano.

It was a mess. Parts and pieces of different machinery was strewn about the floor. It was all just waiting for a bumpy ride to cause someone serious injury. Clicking his tongue in disgust Yondu made his way to the next room, the dining area. Though this room was cleaner by far there were still items littering the floor and shelves. Bringing his hand up to rub his temples Yondu exhaled sharply. Where exactly was this crew at.

"Ya can't tell me there aint someone awake on this blasted trashcan." came a sharp almost yell. He was not in the mood.

"What're you calling a trashcan!" that would be the rodent Yondu thought as he heard the tale-tell click of a gun. Did they really want to test his patience.

"You best put that away rat. Peter wont take kindly to his crew bein hurt. Specially so after he saved your sorry asses." he was bluffing. He wasn't aware if Peter had saved them or something else entirely. It was a toss in the dark to get more information on what exactly had gone down.

"Saved?! HAH! We were doing just fine. If you could even call that slaughter saving." a sneer made it's way onto Yondu's face. So he was right.

"Better you alive than dead in his opinion. Hell if I can see why if that's how you think of it. He'll be down in the morn best clean this shit up before than. No Captain likes a dirty ship." And he turned back the way he came. Pausing only at the glint of a gun. "Oh, 'afore I forget. How longs it been since he saved yeh?" Yondu couldn't believe he'd almost forgotten to ask.

"Tch. Whats it to yah." A Brief moment of rage and a sharp whistle later the rat was staring at Yondu's glowering gaze.

"Ye best tell me 'afore I do something Peter will be mad at me for." it was becoming clear. At least one of his sons crew was incompetent. Didn't know not to mess with someone when their son was involved. He'd make short work of this if the answer didn't come quick.

"I don't know, not sure. Maybe a day or two ago." Rocket growled out while keeping a careful eye on the arrow. He didn't like Yondu, never had. He also couldn't understand why peter kept him around. Although if anything like what happened before was a normal occurrence Rocket wasn't sure how he'd feel about keeping Peter around.

"Tch, rat." a short whistle and the arrow was resting in Yondu's pocket. "Yall best not leave this ship while you're here. Those outside of it might just eat you alive given how you've been actin. Stay put and Peter will deal with yah." and then he was gone. Cursing in his head about how foolish this crew was and how Peter was probably bone tired from flying. Slamming his fist into the Milano's access panel the hatch hissed shut.

Yondu knew he couldn't do much. Couldn't force Peter to come back or rethink his crew. It was one thing he knew would never sit right in his gut. Yet he'd let it be. He'd be there for his boy, thick and thin. He'd just have to cement his opinion into Peter's head before he left. What kind of father would he be if he didn't at least try.

Running a hand over his face Yondu swiped open the door to his quarters and chuckled at the sight. Kraglin and Peter wrapped around each other and tangled in blankets. This was how it used to be. This is what he was protecting when he confronted that crew. This is what he'd die for. Closing and locking the door behind him Yondu quickly stripped of his boots, coat and shirt. Simply for decencies sake he'd leave his pants on. He'd gotten enough earfuls from Peter about his being some pervert, regardless that this was Yondu's bed.

Sinking into the space left for him on Peters other side he jerked when said person rolled over and looked at him. Nary a breath escaped him for a moment. A few blinks from Peter and he suddenly pulling Yondu closer. Almost as if seeking that reassurance that Kraglin couldn't give him. Yondu succumbed easily to his sons wishes and reached a hand up to ruffle his hair.

"Don't worry bout it kid. You know the guys have missed yah and we can take care of your crew tomorrow. That rat told me you probably haven't slept for some couple of days so go back to sleep. We're not going anywhere." it was a lie. The rat probably didn't even know Peter had sequestered himself to the pilot seat and not moved. Running his hand through Peters hair he felt the small nod as he started drifting again.

It would be a good night. Yondu would just have to be on alert tomorrow for mischief. Who knew how things would go down between that crew of his. Sighing Yondu let himself drift ignoring the nagging feeling that it wasn't going to end well.

AN:

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