Before Yondu even lands (visual reference: Super Hero Landing!), he spots a crate that must be the one holding his adopted son. He whistles a quick arpeggio sending the Yaka arrow flying. The deadly bolt burns through the lock on the crate and the box pops open like a clam shell as he approaches. The Captain's heart pounds, he knows at least one person will die depending on what he finds in that case 'cause he's getting quite attached to that scrawny Terran, though he'd murder everyone before admitting it.

The boy looks like a tumbled ragdoll and his lips are tinted blue. There's no blood, fortunately, and there don't seem to be any terribly odd angles to Peter's limbs. The Captain notices a thready pulse in Quill's neck.

Must 'a been unconscious 'fore hittin' the ground, Yondu thinks, small mercies. "Peter..."

Yondu slides his hand under Quill's head and begins to lift him up, Peter spasms and sucks in a great lungful of air. Udonta didn't realize he was holding his own breath 'til the boy started moving. Heady relief fills the Centaurian despite the kid's panicked flailing.

"Hey, hey, hey," the blue alien murmurs as he gathers the squirming child into his arms, "Peter."

Peter stops struggling at the sound of the gruff voice; his blue eyes, bright and bloodshot, roll wildly and he gasps like a fish out of water.

"Slow down, son," Yondu says gently, "Wakin' up from asphyxiatin's a real bitch. Slow down." He locks eyes with the boy and draws a deep, slow breath in through his nose and lets it out slowly through his mouth, prompting the kid to do the same. "There ya go... Yer a tough li'l bugger, you know that," he says as he gives Peter a quick once-over and then rises to his feet.

Quill groans and hisses as his Captain picks him up. "Ca-p'n..," Peter croaks, he coughs, "I tried ta do... what you said..." The little boy whimpers as Yondu adjusts his hold on him, "... hurts..."

"I know," Udonta says softly, he grimaces at the bruises blooming over Peter's skin, "I know it hurts..."