My name is Peter Quill.

From the moment I was born, I remembered I was trained as an assassin.

It was tough, but my master was a stern but just master.

Still, sometimes I would lay awake in bed and hope that one day, I would find my parents and that we could be a family together again. My master told me that if I survive my first mission, he would help me find my parents.

And so I did my first mission (it was easily, it only required me to kill a family of two with a car bomb). And so my master tried to find my parents. But they were already dead.

I realized I was all alone in the world.

I was all alone now, I thought back to happier times...

...but it didn't change the fact I was now alone. All alone.

All alone except me and my master.

My master's organisation was employed by an illustrious person: Nebula. And one day I came back from school.

I came into the assassin's igloo

"Master," I said, "I'm sooo tired of having to go to school. Everyone's a poser there."

"Hush, little child," she said, "I have a new mission for you!"

"Oooh great!" I said with joy, "I'll get right on it!"

"It is very simple," the master said as she showed me the map of the cave I had to infiltrate.

"First, you need to say a passphrase to a guard there. When he says Proverbs, you say Like Father Like Son."

"Alright I can do that," I said as I wrote it down.

"And then you need to sneak through the hallways, into the kitchen where a maid has prepared a poisonous Grapejuice."

"Right, easy," I said.

"And then you need to give it to the President, and then it will kill him."

"The President?! I said surprised.

"Yes, we are contracted to kill the President."

"But President Gamora is a great president!"

"Hush little boy. You have been trained as an assassin to kill people. This must be done."

"Ok Master," I said in great turmoil. Because the Master didnt know that... in fact... I was in love with Gamora

Peter Quill stopped and gazed into space.

Oh no.

It was happening; He couldn't help thinking about Rocket Raccoon again. He tried not too. Desperate to avoid the thoughts that could not be, no, - would not be- held back.

But like dozens of unstoppable horses they came creeping forward till they filled His brain;

Rocket Raccoon's smile shined like tin foil, as impressive as a cave network, it filled the hut and Starlord was helplessly but willingly absorbed into them.

Rocket Raccoons eyes were like you rolled them they would go quite far.

(Almost as lovely as mine. lol!/AN)

Rocket Raccoons legs were like a diplodocus. Straight and tight.

Rocket Raccoons chest was like a Bees. Powerful and impossible to ignore.

How could Starlord not be helpless in the face of that?.

Quill snapped out of it. But the thoughts of Rocket Raccoon would be back. Would He be able to resist next time?

I had been to President many times before. Occasionally, on dark evenings when I'm laying alone in bed feeling abandoned by the harsh world, I put on my assassin's gear and go outside.

Then I visit the President's palace. I sneak past the guards and I set myself atop a tree branch just before the President's room and I watch President Gamora sleep.

She looked to peaceful when they were sleeping. As if there was no horror in the world.

As if assassins like me did not exist.

But we do. I feel bad for being the way I am, but I can't help it.

I was born an assassin. My parents are dead. There is no love for me in this world.

And now I had to kill the one person that I loved in this world. "Life is unfair," I sat to myself. And thus I must fulfill my obligation as an assassin.

Interlude:

Peter Quill was finding it really hard to concentrate at this movement his thoughts kept trying to think of Rocket Raccoon. Despite what was happening, it was hard to focus!

And then, at the worst possible moment. It happened. Again.

Quill gazed at Rocket Raccoon.

It was impossible to resist this time. Like a stegosaurus Quill was pulled towards Rocket Raccoon. It was a like coup de grace in a war. It was a like a blowdart piercing through His heart. It was a like magnets.

There was No resisting. No mercy. No longer anything else mattered.

Rocket Raccoon looked shocked and then...and then...not shocked. He had known all along.

Of course. How could Peter Quill have been so stupid? Those long looks at each other,the times they gazed at the stars together, the candle lit dinners.

It wasn't just friendship. It never was. It was more and Rocket Raccoon had known all along.

"I knew" Rocket Raccoon said.

"oh" Starlord said, realizing all this for the first time.

But there was more...Rocket Raccoon wasn't pulling away. He was pushing tighter. Holding Starlord like a wild meerkat.

At some point their clothes came off.

They got ripped in the process of the pashioning

He didn't care. This is what He had needed for so long. too long. April. maybe more.

But this was now now.

Starlord and Rocket Raccoon together at last!

They canoddled like lovers and made love .

Afterwards they looked at each other longingly and had a cigarette.

But they knew they must leave.

They didn't want anyone to see.

Starlord took one last look at Rocket Raccoon.

"Goodbye my snuggly one"

"Love you too, my one and only Peter Quill"

And then they departed.

So I sneaked in and did what the Master told me to do. It was easy.

But when I came to the room with the President, I hesitated. I could not put the poisonous gin & tonic down. Gamora was just too dear to me! I loved Gamora.

But that moment of doubt became my downfall. As the President turned around and looked me right in the eyes.

Peter Quill?, Gamora said.

My breath stopped, my heart was about to explode and my eyes welled up.

"It's not what you think!" I said.

But of course it was what Gamora thought. I was an assassin. I had to accept it.

"Oh my god, Quill, not you!" Gamora cried out. Tears welled up in her eyes and soon they came flooding down her cheek.

"Nooooo," the President said, "I LOVED YOU!" (A/N OMG *swoon* Amirite?!)

"I LOVE YOU TOO," I cried out while I threw the poisonous wine on the floor.

"LET'S BE TOGETHER FOR ALWAYS."

"OK!"

"It is Nebula who is behind this assassination!"

And so the President told the army to arrest Nebula.

"I love you so much," said President Gamora.

"I love you too." I said.

"OK!"

"It is Nebula who is behind this assassination!"

And so the President told the army to arrest Nebula.

"I love you so much," said President Gamora.

"I love you too." I said.