Kraglin shuffled his feet nervously just standing at the entrance watching the captain hold Peter down long enough to jam the needle into his neck. He had never been inside the captain's private quarters before, no one had. It was an offense that could leave ya dead entering this room without the captain's say so.

It was easier for Kraglin to keep his mind on the wonder of being special enough to enter this room and take in all the clutter then focus on the captain still holding Peter tight against his chest, his screams becoming low grunts as the drug began taking effect.

"Go fetch me a first aid kit from the supply closet," the captain said with a wave of his still bleeding hand and Kraglin nodded, hurrying back out the door.

Yondu sat with Peter, running his good hand through his thick hair, fingers loosening and raking out the knots. He wouldn't voice it out loud but he felt deeply sorry for this kid. Didn't know him well enough to say he could really care about him on an emotional level but he felt an anger that at whatever made this kid act out like that.

Scum who hurt children, scum like his own parents, like slavers and like Ego, they deserved a painful death. They deserved twice what they put their own children through. Yondu had failed five kids so far but he wasn't gonna fail the sixth, this one was gonna be the one who made it out OK. He didn't care what he had to do to make that happen, make sure nothing happened to this one. This one wasn't gonna suffer and this one wasn't gonna die, that he swore.

This one was gonna make it to adult hood, this one was gonna be happy and this one was gonna know he was gonna protect him no matter what. Maybe not always feel loved, might feel lonesome at times but he was gonna know he was safe.

There was a hesitant knock on his door, too soft and nervous to be a nosy busy body, it had to be Kraglin back with the supplies he asked of him.

"Kraglin, don't bother knocking, just come in already," he barked and the door instantly opened revealing Kraglin with his hands full with more shit then Yondu originally asked for.

"I just thought you might want some food rations and a few extra blankets," he looked embarrassed at his thoughtfulness and Yondu shook his head, he was still a boy and kids tended to over think.

"I also got Peter's back pack, maybe it might make him feel better."

"Kid is drugged to hell," Yondu chuckled kicking his feet up on his bed, the action not even making Peter flinch, "He'll be out for a few good hours. Time enough to rest before sorting out whatever the hell just happened and make sure it don't happen again around that bunch of idiots."

Kraglin just nodded to that continuing to linger by the door, arm full of shit they didn't really need, waiting for Yondu to tell him what to do. Yondu groaned at that, he felt for the kid, he really did. Over his head as always but determined to get the job done. He may not know what the hell he was doing but Yondu admired how he always put effort into everything he did, never half assing or giving up like the rest of these worthless pieces of shit.

"Bring the damn medical kit over before I stain my bed with blood," Yondu grunted and instantly Kraglin was in action, depositing his pile of crap onto his desk and running the medical kit over to him. Yondu smirked watching him drag out a roll of bandages, the roll shaking hard in his hands, he fumbled and dropped it onto the ground. The kid looked damn ready to start crying. Yondu groaned, picking the bandages off the floor with his good hand and digging out the disinfectant to clean the blood off his hand.

"Don't you start crying, yer too old for that," Yondu grunted firmly scowling at the blood still rolling from his hand, damn mite had sharp teeth, he needed stitches.

Kraglin took a deep breath and to his credit managed to suck it up despite how guilty he felt.

"Sit down," Yondu managed to get out holding some twine between his teeth. He didn't even flinch as he stabbed the needle into his open wound and began sewing himself back together, he had done this so many times he barely felt it but by the look on Kraglin's face he felt every motion, face cringing and eyes averting.

He sat at the edge of the bed, eyes focusing more on his captain's propped up feet then him cleaning his own wound.

They fell into a comforting silence for a little while, Peter's softs grunts accompanying Kraglin's foot tapping and Yondu's bored whistles making his arrow lazily fly around the room illuminating the junk on his shelves a soft red.

Yondu caught his arrow and put it away after a few more minutes growing bored, he got up from where he was at and went over to Peter's back pack.

He frowned pulling out a first aid kit followed by a paper bag that housed a dozen or more half melting chocolate bars that astonishingly didn't ruin any of the other contents of his bag. He licked some of brown mess off his finger and cringed at how sweet it was. No mother would allow her child to have this damn much sugar he thought pulling out more brightly wrapped treats. He smiled at Kraglin who was unwrapping one of the many pieces of Terran candy and cautiously licking one of the brightly colored round rocks on a stick.

"Kid likes stealing, that's a good thing I suppose," Yondu chuckled pulling out a handful of key chains with price tags still on them.

No spare sets of cloths, just a bunch of shit the kid had stolen while his momma was dying in the hospital. At the bottom of the bag were two half finished sweaters, his momma's last work it seemed. A brightly wrapped gift was under the sweaters but it didn't seem like the kid would be opening it soon or it would be open already.

Nothing of value. Not even folks who collected all things Terran would want this cheap childish shit. He stared at two of the ugliest dolls he had ever seen long and hard for a second, considering putting them in his collection. Both were little half naked babies (he guessed?) with long spiky colored hair.

Yondu made a face at Kraglin as he began eating the candy, how could he stand that shit?

"Its not too bad," Kraglin said stuffing another chocolate bar in his mouth, "I don't think Peter needs all of it, he stole quite a bit it looks like."

Kid either had a sweet tooth or a bad case of kleptomania. One could be useful to Yondu and the other would just be annoying.

Kid was interesting, Yondu sure knew how to pick them.

There was a front pouch on his bag and Yondu shrugged opening it up as well, not like he was done invading the kid's privacy.

There were a few cards scattered around and little coins with characters on them. Kid seemed to like something called Alf since most of the cards and a few of the coins had his name on them. He stopped finding an old photograph that made him raise his eye brow.

It was the kid smiling brightly with a woman with the same burgundy blonde hair kneeling beside him kissing him on the cheek, his mama. It had to be. The woman wasn't the curious thing about the picture it was the large white ship behind them, he knew that ship anywhere. It was Ego's.

He looked over at the boy, sound asleep, no further signs of pain and remembered his words from a few days ago. He didn't want to see his father, he was willing to pay good money to never see him. He stared at the fading bruise on his cheek and remembered the panic attack he had not long ago.

Ego said he was there for this one's birth and he seemed hesitant to ever step foot on that planet again.

He snarled letting these thoughts run through his head and saw Kraglin look at him in a mixure of confusion and slight fear. He didn't voice these thoughts to Kraglin, not wanting to upset the boy more than he was or let him know anymore then he already did about Ego.

Were these things connected? It was possible and all the more reason to keep this kid far away from that maniac as he could.