A/N: Sorry I put this on Hiatus, I was taking my capstone history class this semester which required a 25-30 page research paper on top of my other classes. This fic will now resume its regular schedule posting on January 6th (If I can get internet access on the cruise, if I can't I'll update on January 20th).

Chapter 2- Dad?

On The Milano, "Lake Shore Drive" played as the gang flew away from The Sovereign's world. Valkyrie sat on a chair while Peter paced next to her. Valkyrie was silent while Peter took off his shirt and tossed it to the side and picked up a blue long sleeve shirt and sniffed it.

Valkyrie noticed and rolled her eyes, "Eww, Peter. If it smells, wash it."

"It's not bad." Peter responded, pulling the shirt over his head and on. Valkyrie looked to her left to see Gamora slapping hand-cuffs on Nebula's wrists. They moved off to the front of the ship.

"Out with it." Valkyrie said, standing up, hands on her hips.

Peter scrunched up his brows, "Out with what?"

"You're troubled."

Peter sighed, "That stuff about my father… Who does she think she is?"

Valkyrie gave a small sigh, "Peter, I know you're still sensitive about that-"

"I'm not sensitive about it." Peter snapped, "I just... don't know who he is."

She crossed her arms, "Well, neither do I!" Silence. Then in a smaller voice, "Sorry…. You should probably go apologize to your girlfriend."

"For what?" Peter said in an annoyed tone.

"Flirting with the High Priestess." Valkyrie shot back.

"Fine." Peter stalked off to the front of the ship. Valkyrie could hear their conversation from were she was standing, "Sorry if it seemed like I was flirting with the High Priestess. I wasn't."

Gamora responded, "I don't care if you were."

"Well, I feel like you do care. That's why I'm apologizing. So, sorry!" Peter stalked back to the room, glaring at Valkyrie.

"Gamora is not the one for you, Quill." Drax said, suddenly appearing.

Peter muttered, "Damn shadow."

"There are two types of beings in the universe… those who dance, and those who do not."

Valkyrie snorted.

"Mmm-hmm." Peter got out.

"I first met my beloved at a war rally." Drax began.

Peter looked at Valkyrie with a look of horror, "Oh, God."

"Everyone in the village flailed about, dancing. Except one woman. My Ovette. I knew immediately she was the one for me. The most melodic song in the world could be playing. She wouldn't even tap her foot. Wouldn't move a muscle. One might assume she was dead."

"That does sound pretty hot." Peter remarked.

"It would make my nether regions engorge."

"Okay. I get it, yes. I'm a dancer, Gamora is not."

"You just need to find a woman who is pathetic… like you." Drax stated and Valkyrie covered up her snort with a cough.

"Mmm." Peter hummed.

"This is weird, we got a Sovereign fleet approaching from the rear." Valkyrie let the rest of her friends know after looking at the monitor.

Gamora walked up next to her, stared at the screen and asked, "Why would they do that?"

"Probably 'cause Rocket stole some of their batteries." Drax stated.

Rocket threw his hands up, "Dude!" Gamora sat on the chair behind the co-pilot.

"Right…" Drax started awkwardly, "He didn't steal some of those. I don't know why they're after us, what a mystery this is."

Peter turned to glare at Rocket, "What were you thinking?"

"Dude, they were really easy to steal!"

Valkyrie rolled her eyes, "That's your defense?"

"Come on! You saw how that High Priestess talked down to us. Now I'm teaching her a lesson!"

"I didn't realize your motivation was altruism." Peter stated sarcastically, "It's really a shame the Sovereign's mistaking your intentions and they're trying to kill us."

"Exactly."

"I was being sarcastic!"

"Oh, no! You're supposed to use a sarcastic voice! Now I look foolish!"

Gamora sighed, looked at Valkyrie and the two shared an eye roll, "Can your bickering on a hold until after we survive this massive space battle?"

"More incoming!"

"Good, I want to kill some guys!"

"What's the nearest habitable planet?" Valkyrie asked, seated in the seat behind the pilot seat. Rocket and Peter sat in the co-pilot and pilot seats.

"It's called Berhert." Gamora helped.

"How many jumps?" Peter asked.

"Only one. But the access point is 47 clicks away. And you have to go through that quantum asteroid field." Gamora replied.

"Quill, to make it through that you'd have to be the greatest pilot in the universe." Drax remarked.

"Lucky for us, I-" Peter started and then was interrupted.

"I am." Rocket interrupted, changing the piloting to his chair. He glared at Peter, "What are you doing?"

"I've been flying this rig since I was 10 years old." Peter changed the piloting to his side.

"I was cybernetically engineered to pilot a spacecraft." Rocket shot back, and changed it back to his.

"You were cybernetically engineered to be a douchebag!" Peter snapped, and took back control to his side.

"Stop it guys!" Valkyrie tried to get them to stop.

"Later on tonight, you're gonna be laying down, there's gonna be something squishy in your pillowcase. And you're gonna be like, "what's this?", and it's gonna be because I put a turd in there." Rocket took back control to him.

"You put your turd in my bed and I shave you!"

"Oh, it won't be my turd. It'll be Drax's." Peter huffed at this and took back the pilot controls.

Drax laughed, "I have famously huge turds!"

Gamora rubbed her forehead, "We're about to die, and this is what we're discussing?" Then Peter and Rocket kept on going back and forth, trying to take back control of their chair for flight.

"Son of a-" Rocket started.

"Dude!" Peter shot back, "Seriously!"

"Hey! Let me…" Suddenly there was a huge explosion and Valkyrie quicky strapped herself in as the ship began to spin out of control. Groot was lifted up, Peter caught him and caused him back to Drax who caught him and held him close to his chest. Peter pressed the airlock seal just in case something happened and the wind calmed down.

"Idiots!" They heard Nebula yell from below.

"Well, that's what you get - when Quill flies." Rocket smirked.

Gamora threw something at Rocket, "Ow!"

"We still have a Sovereign craft behind us." Valkyrie commented.

"Our weapons are down." Peter updated the group.

"20 clicks to the jump!" Gamora yelled, "Hold on. 15 clicks to the jump! 10 clicks!"

Valkyrie noticed that Drax wasn't in the room anymore and realized that it was probably him that took out the last Sovereign craft.

"Five clicks!" Gamora yelled.

They came out of the field and… saw a whole bunch of other Sovereign crafts waiting for them, "Son of a… They went around the field!" Peter stated.

"One click!" Gamora yelled.

"What is that?" Rocket noticed the huge ship with a small figure standing on top of it. Valkyrie winced as pain flared in her temple. She rubbed it and it calmed down.

"Who cares? That's the jump point! Go!" Peter yelled.

"It's a guy." Rocket stated.

"Oh, my God. He's still out there?" Gamora noticed Drax still tethered to the spaceship, out in space.

"Groot, put your seatbelt on! Prepare for a really bad landing!" Valkyrie stated as the Milano crash landed on the planet below.

After the Milano had come to a stop, Drax cheered, "That was awesome! Yes!"

Valkyrie had a cut over her left eyebrow and some bruising, but otherwise she was okay. Everyone was gathered outside of the Milano, which was now destroyed.

"Look at this!" Valkyrie yelled, "Where is the other half of our ship?"

"My ship." Peter stated. Valkyrie winced and Gamora took over the scolding.

"Either one of you could have gotten us through that field… had you flown with what's between your ears instead of what's between your legs!"

"If what's between my legs had a hand on it… I guarantee I could have landed this ship with it."

"Peter, we almost died because of your arrogance." Gamora scolded Peter.

"More like because he stole… the Anulax batteries!" Peter pointed at Rocket.

"They're called Harbulary batteries." Drax stated.

"No, they're not!" Peter threw his hands up.

"Do you know why I did it, Star-Munch? Hmm?"

"I'm not gonna answer to "Star-Munch."

"I did it because I wanted to!"

"Dick."

"What are we even talking about this for? We just had a little man save us by blowing up fifty ships!" Rocket stated.

"How little?" Drax asked.

Rocket held his thumb and forefinger close together, "Well, I don't know, like this?"

"A little one-inch man saved us?" Valkyrie questioned, crossing her arms.

"Well, if he got closer, I'm sure he would be much larger." Rocket stated.

"It's how eyesight works, you stupid raccoon." Peter shot back.

"Don't call me a racoon!"

"I'm sorry. I took it too far. I meant trash panda."

Rocket looked around in confusion, "Is that better?"

"I don't know." Drax stated.

Peter snickered, "It's worse. It's so much worse."

"You son of a-"

"Hey!" Peter shouted.

"I've had it with you!"

"No! Back up!"

"Someone followed you through the jump point. Set me free, you'll need my help." Nebula stated causing the group to look up and see the ship from before that destroyed what was left of the Sovereign's fleet.

Gamora shook her head, "I'm not a fool, Nebula."

"You are a fool if you deprive yourself a hand in combat."

Gamora narrowed her eyes, "You'll attack me the moment I let you go."

"No, I won't." Nebula said quickly, but not convincingly.

Peter huffed, "You'd think an evil supervillain would learn how to properly lie."

"I bet it's the one-inch man." Drax stated. The ship lowered itself to the ground.

A man stepped out, along with a women in green with anteni, "After all these years, I've found you two."

"And who the hell are you?" Peter asked.

"I figured my rugged good looks would make that obvious. My name is Ego… and I'm your dad, Peter, Valkyrie."