Kraglin was pulling away from the planet. Drax hollers into the coms asking where Quill is at. Izzy stands in the back. She listens to all the chaos. She moves forward, staring into the back of her eldest brother. Her mouth feels dry. This deep sense of dread sits in the pit of her stomach. Something is wrong. Yondu is nowhere to be seen or heard. And he would be up here at the controls if he was on the ship. And Rocket wont answer Drax on where Peter is. He's obviously not on the ship either. A sickening feeling washes over the 17 year old. Her mind puts together some of the pieces coming up with the worst possible scenario.

"Where's dad?" She asks, her voice shaking a little.

Everyone tenses. She can see Kraglin's shoulders become tight and draw up a little. Kraglin looks over at Drax but doesn't utter a word to his little sister. Izzy glares at the two. Why isn't anyone answering her? Peter is still on the planet and so is . . . . Oh no. Izzy's face falls as she puts pieces together. Was dad going to try to save Peter? But Rocket only grabbed one jetpack and bodysuit. And according to Drax the one he had on was from Peter. And if Rocket is back. No. No. No. This is not happening. Yondu is gonna do anything to save his boy. Even if that means giving up his own life for him. Izzy's hands start to shake. She cannot allow this to happen. She will not.

Izzy's mind starts into over drive. She needs form a plan. Izzy has a mask almost identical to Peter's. Actually it was Peter's. It was an old prototype of his that he gave her to fix up. She just made it better with her own modifications. She also has the same jetpack things on her boots. Peter helped her make some to fit. But of course she didn't have them on because she didn't think she would need them. She was banned from leaving the ship according to Yondu. But if she could take the jetpack from Drax. Or get to her room to get the boots jetpack devices. With the two items she can go out and get the two men before anything tragic happens. She knows she can. She just has to get past Kraglin. Or convince him to let her do this. Which is gonna be very hard. Maybe she can just run out.

"I'll be back." Izzy says starting off.

Kraglin grabs her arm before she can get away, "No you're not. You're staying here."

Izzy looks down at her brother's strong grip. Man he caught her fast. She was hoping she could just slip out without anyone being able to stop her. She lifts her gaze to his face. He can clearly see what she is thinking about doing. And he is not about to let her do it. Kraglin levels her with a stern glare. She scoffs a little. Kraglin has gotten good at that paternal look. There were only two people that ever disciplined her. One is her dad Yondu and the other, well the other is Kraglin. He was in his late 20s when Yondu decided to raise her. So, being the oldest of the three kids, when Yondu wasn't around the responsibility of her, fell on him. But he forgets. Izzy is not a little kid anymore. She's 17 and those glares, that small twitch of an eyebrow, does not deflate her like it did when she was young. In fact it may just make her more determined to do what she wants.

"No I'm not. We can't let dad do this!" She says sternly, jerking her arm from his grip.

"I was told to keep you on this ship. I'm not gonna disobey orders."

"Screw orders! Dad needs our help Krags!"

"No!" He raises his voice, before lowering it, "I will not lose you too."

Kraglin turns back around to the controls. He focuses on getting the old budget of a ship back into space. Izzy's breath hitches at her brother's statement. She understands her brother's want to protect her. But he has to understand her want to save their dad. She can't lose him. She's not ready for that. She almost lost him during the mutanity. She cannot bear the thought of not having him in her life. She can't even imagine it without any of the three men, but definitely not Yondu. Not her daddy. No she will not allow this to happen. She looks around. Maybe she can incapacitate Kraglin long enough to get out of the room. Her eyes land on a pipe laying on the deck. She picks it up, feeling the cold steal in her hand. She hates that it has come to this, but she will not allow anyone to keep her from doing this, including her big brother. Hopefully he won't be too mad at her after he wakes up. Izzy stalks over to her brother. She brings the pipe around, hitting Kraglin on the back of the head. Kraglin grunts before crumbling to the floor.

Izzy winces at the impact, "Sorry big brother. But I can't allow dad to do whatever he has planned."

Drax looks confused as he studies Izzy. He glances down at Kraglin and then back up at the young girl. There is no doubt that he is shocked at the action that Izzy just took. And he's trying to figure out why she just hit her brother over the head with a pipe. Izzy would love to go into detail trying to explain the matter to the man but she has no time for that. Nor does she truly care to do it either. She has a job to do and she is gonna get it done. And explaining every little thing to the Destroyer will take too much time.

"What are you doing?" Drax finally asks.

Izzy ignores him walking over to the coms and pressing the button, "Rocket! I need you up here to pilot the ship."

"What? Why? Where's Kraglin?" Rocket asks confused.

"He's been," Izzy pauses trying to find the right word, "detained. Just get your furry butt up here and pilot this thing! I need you to get close to the planet without getting dragged in."

"Alright. Alright. I'm coming." Rocket snaps.

Izzy walks over to Drax grabbing the jetpack off his back. Drax twirls around watching the young girl. He tries to figure out what she is doing, or going to do. She has hit her brother and gotten Rocket to do a task that her brother was already doing. He does not understand the actions. Izzy puts the jetpack on the back of her jacket. Ignoring the blundering destroyer. She walks towards the back of the ship. Drax stops her with an ever present question.

"Young Udonta. Are you going to save my friend Quill?" He asks.

Izzy stops, not bothering to turn around, "No Drax. I'm gonna go save my dad and big brother."

Peter. Yondu. Kraglin. They're her family. Her father, her two older brothers. She knows these men. She has known them since three. Yondu raised her. Kraglin and Peter were there to help, to mess with her, to comfort, to protect. They are her family. They have been her family long before they were family to the band of crazed lunatics that her brother calls his friends. She is not saving Yondu and Peter because of Drax or Gamora. She's saving Yondu and Peter because they are family and that's what family does.

She waits a beat, "Get Krags to the Med-Bay once Rocket gets up here."

"Good luck." Drax says, as if knowing she'll need it.

Izzy turns to look at Drax out of the corner of her eye. She nods her head once in a thank you. She's gonna need all the luck she can get. She doesn't know what dad has planned or if he is even planning to sacrifice himself to save Peter. But her gut is screaming at her to go stop him because that is exactly what he's going to do. So, she's not gonna take the chance that he isn't. She has the means to get out into space; even if it's for nothing, at least she will have the peace of mind knowing that she was there if need be.

Izzy hurries her way to the cargo bay of the old ship. She needs to get the doors open. Once she has Yondu and Peter she needs to get back into warm, oxygenated air as quickly as possible. She slams her fist on the button pressed against the wall near the doors. There is a loud thud before the roar of the doors coming apart and sliding into the depths of the ship. She keeps the force field on. There is no reason to get herself killed because she was sucked out into the empty vacuum of space when the doors opened. Izzy presses the cold metal behind her ear, materializing her helmet over her face. She fiddles with the modulating frequency in her helmet. One of the modifications was to allow her to pass through the force field without being vaporized by it.

"Rocket. I need you to keep the doors open and get the ship as close to the planet as possible. I'll leave my tracker on so you know where we are."

"Alright Izzy." Rocket responses.

Rocket's voice is heavy with specktism, worry and exasperation. Izzy knows that he's probably shocked that she's doing such a suicidal mission. But there have been many times the Guardians have been engaged in suicidal missions. So, he had no room to judge; he can only help to keep her from actually killing herself. Izzy presses the small device on her back, getting the jetpack to come up and over, coving her chest. She closes her eyes taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. Once the tremors subside she takes off running towards the shield, activating the jetpack at the last second. She shots off into space, the coldness tingling her fingers a little. She turns on the scanning. She has no idea the exact location of the men but she has their biosigns programmed into the helmet. This makes finding them a lot easier.

The helmet picks them up, showing that they are about a 100 meters to her left. She flies over, dread filling her stomach. Peter has a space suit on. He looks panicked as he claws at the front of Yondu's jacket. No. No. No. She hates when she's right. As Izzy gets closer she realizes the reason for the panic. Her worst fears coming true. Yondu doesn't have a space suit on. She can see the frost forming on his blue skin. She pushes the small engine to go faster, almost colliding with the two.

"Izzy?" Peter questions.

Izzy doesn't answer him. She has no time for this! She quickly takes off the jetpack and slaps it on Peter's back. She presses it, forcing the metal up over his shoulders and across his chest. He can get them back to the ship a lot easier than she can. She then takes the metal piece out from behind her ear. The mask fades away, allowing her to clip it behind Yondu's ear. She watches anxiously as the mask forms over his face. His breathing becomes slightly more steady as the eyes glow a deep blue.

"Izzy?! Izzy what are you doing?!" Peter yells.

Izzy doesn't bother answering. She has to hold her breath long enough to not suffocate before he gets them back to the cargo bay. She weakly pats Quill's chest, before pointing to the ship in the distance. Peter's horror stricken face looks at his little sister, ice crystals starting to form on her face and hair. He gazes in the direction her finger is pointing. He can see the ship coming closer. It takes Peter all but a second to fit all the pieces together. He wraps his arm around Izzy's waist, the other wrapping around Yondu under his arms. Peter takes off towards the ship, no doubt praying that he can make it there before anything else happens to Yondu or Izzy.

They all come flying into the cargo bay. Balance and momentum is instantly lost. The pressurized ship drags them down. Each of them crashes in a different direction. Yondu gets dropped closest to the force field. Izzy gets thrown to the far side of the bay, landing on her side. Peter lands between the two. He collapses to the floor, groaning at the impact. There is a loud roaring sound as the doors start to close back shut. That is probably Rocket's doing. Izzy watches as the darkness of space disappears behind the heavy doors. She groans, rolling over to her side. The coldness of space starts to claw at her bones. That went better than expected.

Peter recovers far more quickly than the two of them. He rips the jetpack off his back and the body suit off his chest. He throws both of them to the side. He scrambles to his feet and over to his little sister. He slides to a halt dropping to his knees. Her teeth chatter as she wraps her arms around herself.

"So cccooolldddd." She stammers out.

Peter stops for a second, looking over his sister. He's not exactly sure what to do now that he has her in here. Her lips have a blue color to them. Which is weird because her blood is more of a greenish blue color. I guess it's still blue when it's not oxygenated. With the state she's in, Peter decides that she needs to be in the med-bay. He doubts there is a doctor on board, but they would have the stuff there to be able to fix her up. He'll come back for Yondu once he has her settled. He bends down to get her, only for the young girl to weakly push him away.

"Nooo. Check on dad." She says weakly, teeth knocking together.

"Izzy. . ." Peter starts, being cut off by a push to his chest.

"I'm fine. Dad first."

Peter sighs. She is not fine. Her body still has ice crystals on it and if they dont get her warm soon then she may go into shock. But Peter knows that there is no use arguing with the young girl. She is just as stubborn as Yondu. He shucks his jacket off, draping it over Izzy. Maybe that will get the process started. He walks over to Yondu, crouching to check on the older man. Peter leans over, turning the mask off. It fades away back to the small metal piece behind the ear. Yondu coughs as he takes in full deep breaths. He reaches out, grabbing a hold of Peter's shirt.

"Boy? What happened?" He asks, voice raspy and cracking.

"Izzy happened." Peter states, not bothering to try to protect his little sister from their father's fury.

"What?" Yondu asks, his brows knitting together.

Peter jerks his head over to where his little sister is laying on the metal deck plates. She has a death grip on his jacket trying to wrap it around her body as tightly as she could. She is shaking uncontrollably. Peter can even hear her teeth clicking together from here. She casts her big blue eyes over at the two men. A small weak smile forms on her lips at seeing her father's ruby colored eyes staring back at her. Yondu growls as his grip on Peter's shirt tightens.

"Git me up boy. Now."

Peter does as he is told. Easily sitting the older man up, before helping him to his feet. Yondu sways, unsteady with how close to death he actually was. Peter reaches his hand out to the man. Yondu pushes it away. Peter huffs out of his nose. He is still clearly too proud to take help. Yondu makes his way over to his youngest. He crouches down, placing his hand on her head. He gently rubs his thumb over her forehead. She glances up at him with those blue eyes. They aren't as bright as they normally are.

"What were ya thinkin kid?"

She shakily whispers something that Yondu couldn't quite understand. His brows knit together. What little he heard wasn't making any sense. She closes her eyes; her head slumping to the side. Her breath becomes shallow, almost labored. Yondu starts to lightly tap her check with his fingers, shaking her head side to side. She's freezing cold. The ice crystals have melted by now. But her body was racked with tremors trying to keep warm. The normally light pink lips are now blue tinted and pale. Yondu could beat her butt right then and there. What was she thinking coming out there and doing that? Yondu continues his intrusion of lightly tapping her cheek.

"No girly. Y'aren't doing this t'me now. Y'gotta stay awake." He whispers through gritted teeth.

Izzy groans at the rudeness. She cracks her eyes open enough to look at Yondu. She tries to scowl at him but the effort to contort her face is just too great. She eventually just settles for a weak huff and closes her eyes again. Yondu can tell that she's going into shock. He may have been out there longer than she was, but he also ran hotter. His body warmed up quicker. Izzy on the other hand was the exact opposite. Whatever species the girl was mixed with ran cold. Her core temperature was lower than most. Even Quill ran hotter than her. The slightest temperature change would make her shiver and seek one of the men for warmth. So, her being out in the freezing temperatures of space was having a deadly effect on her. Yondu growls deeply. He starts to shrug off his overcoat, laying it on top of Izzy. Hopefully the heavy leather will help with keeping what little body heat she has left.

"Quill!" Yondu snaps.

Quill is right beside him. Yondu doesn't have to tell him what to do. Peter is crouched down next to Yondu moving his hand underneath the teenager. He lifts her up as easily as a doll. Yondu stands up next, pulling himself up by Peter's arm. Peter waits a second to make sure Yondu is steady enough to walk, only for Yondu to start pushing at his shoulder.

"Git going boy. Y'need t'Git her t'the med-bay. I'll be right behind ya."

Peter listens to their father, moving away from him. He picks up the pace as he leaves the cargo bay. The med-bay isn't that far away but it seems like it's taking forever to get there. Probably because Peter is sickened with worry on how Izzy is deteriorating. He will always be grateful for what she did today. Peter was not ready to lose Yondu anymore than she was. But he can't stand to lose her either. Another round of violent shivers rack the small form. Peter picks up the pace, rushing into the med-bay. He lays Izzy down on one of the many examine beds. Yondu is right behind him despite still trying to find his footing. They're not the only ones in the med-bay. Yondu stops, raising an eyebrow at the sight of his eldest. Kraglin sits on another table, ice pressed to the back of his head. The man has a very angry scowl on his face. Yondu has no doubt that Kraglin's injury is from Izzy. But he'll have to deal with that later. Right now their main focus is to get her warmed up.

Kraglin lifts his eyes up enough to take in the scene. They widen as Peter sets a shivering, almost limb little sister down on the bed. Kraglin lowers the ice pack onto the bed he's sitting on. He pushes himself up to his feet and makes his way over. He puts the back of his hand on her cheek. She's freezing. He notices that her lips are blue tinted.

"What do we do?" Peter asks.

"Get all the blankets. We need to pile them up on her." Kraglin states moving past Peter to grab some of the blankets off the bed.

Yondu knows that the blankets aren't going to be enough. She needs more heat, like body heat. The Doc used to tell them when she was younger that if she got overly cold just to hold her as closely as possible. Blankets would help, but she would need body heat to get her temperature back to normal. She was always running to Yondu, wanting to be held whenever she was cold and shivering. She knew he was the best form of heat. It's no different now. She needs more heat and Doc's words have rung true over the years. Yondu starts to take off the holster for his arrow. Centaurians run hot, way hotter than most species. He was her best shot at surviving this. He starts to unbutton his leather shirt, slipping it off his arms. He throws it to the side. Yondu stands there in his white tanktop and black leather pants. Peter stops for a second staring at their father who seems to be randomly undressing.

"Ummm. Yondu?" Peter asks.

"She needs more heat, boy. Can only git it through body heat." Yondu answers.

Peter nods his head in understanding. He remembers from when he was younger how hot Yondu can run at times. And he remembers how Izzy was when she was younger. Alwaying running to them to be picked up and cuddled to warm herself up. Yondu is Izzy's best shot at getting her core temperature up and stable. Yondu motions for Kraglin to pick the young girl up. Yondu would do it himself but he's still a little weak. And he doesn't want to drop either one of them. Kraglin slides between Peter and the bed, easily picking up the youngest. She curls into Kraglin. She shivers and drags the two jackets closer to her body. Yondu pulls himself up on the bed, arranging the pillows so he can lean against the back wall. Kraglin lays the young girl in their captain's arms. He wraps them around her tightly pulling his leather jacket up.

"Alrite. Get some of those blankets on her."

The boys waist no time. They unfold the blankets that they've found, laying them over the shivering girl. It takes several minutes but her shivering settles down. The boys drop themselves into nearby chairs. The weight of the event finally rolling off. Izzy squirms into Yondu's chest. Yondu wraps his arms tighter around his daughter. He leans his head back against the wall. His body is tired from the events of the day. He could use some shut eye. He closes his eyes, letting his body relax under the weight of Izzy and the blankets. His small family was safe and well. That's all he could ask for.

Gamora walks around the big ship. She has not seen Quill since he came back on board. She has a sneaking feeling he's still in sickbay with his sister. He has spent days on end watching over her when she's been sick. She makes her way to the med-bay. She stops in her tracks as she takes in the scene. Yondu is on the bed; Izzy curled up on top of his chest. Kraglin is on the right side of the bed. He has his feet prompt up on the end of the bed. His head rests in his hand that is prompt up on the bed. Peter is on Yondu's left. He has his head resting in his arms on the side of the bed. Gamora notices that Izzy has snuck a hand out, gripping Peter's shirt. Kraglin also has a hand on her back, as if to make sure she's always there.

Gamora can't help the soft smile that graces her lips. She quietly walks over to the bed. All the men are snoring lightly but that doesn't seem to bother Izzy. In fact it seems to bring some sort of comfort as she has a small smile plastered on her face. Gamora was never one for motherly affections. But between baby Groot and Izzy, she finds herself taking on that role for them. She will always be grateful to Izzy. She saved Peter and Yondu. It's gonna take some getting used to, having Kraglin, Yondu and Izzy around full time. But they'll all adapt.

She fixes the blankets on Izzy bringing it back up to tuck under her chin. She runs her fingers through the young girl's hair. She smiles as Izzy leans into the touch and sighs contentedly. Gamora leans down kissing the young girl's forehead. Her hand moves to Peter's hair, leaning down and gently kisses his check.

"Welcome home." She whispers.

She walks towards the door, careful not to wake anyone up. She leans against the frame, taking in the quiet, peaceful, family oriented scene. Having the extra bodies was gonna be different. But having Izzy around permanently is gonna be a good thing for this small dysfunctional family. She smiles, slipping out of the room, letting the small family sleep peacefully.