He couldn't help but stare at the stars. Breathlessly beautiful.
It was certainly better than staring at his grandfather. Or seeing other planets that we're doomed to die by his family's hand.
Family, that was a funny word. He didn't quite know what one was anymore, but it was the word used to describe what he lived with daily. Thanos being a cruel dictator, while also favoring his traitorous daughter or, Peter's Aunt. It was all a bore for Peter.
The most exciting thing that had happened, was Thanos' request at the cybernetic advancement. It had been painful. But a needed evil if he was to survive. The cybernetic technology allowed him to survive the brutal training.
And his mother's fury. It kept him from scarring. Peter knew he'd been dead otherwise.
"Back to training Peter," his mother hissed. Peter sighed and stood. His fierce, blue skinned mother stood, ready to fight with him before returning to work for Ronen.
He was barely given a second before she threw a fast punch. It grazed his jaw and he jumped back. He attempted to kick her but she grabbed his leg and twisted it harshly. He held back a hiss, knowing weakness would only bring more pain. Besides, his cybernetic enhancement would heal any superficial damage she inflicted.
He attempted another punch, only to have it twisted with a sickening snap. He was pushed to the ground as his mother was called off for her job.
"You need to stop stargazing and practice more Peter."
He laid on the cool rock, feeling his body heal at a rapid rate to repair his mother's inflicted damage. Alone in cold space with not one person to care, he began to quietly sob in pain. Hot tears glistening like the stars he coveted to one day travel to, to escape to.
He closed his tired eyes, wishing for just one chance, one chance to live a happy life.
Nebula. Gamora's sister. More abusive than warm and loving.
And yeah, to those of you who read it, you know, A father is completed leaving only a mother continuing.