A/N: MONDAY! Wow, never thought I would love Mondays this much. ANyways, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel, Disney, ABC or the Avengers. Just Sera.


It was later that day that I found Quill looking puzzled over an iPod my father gave him. I rolled my eyes and said, "That can hold up to 3000 songs."

His eyes lit up and said, "How?"

"Tech has come along way since the 80's. I'll load it up with anything you think you might like."

"So, I don't have anyway to play it on my ship." He said, discouraged. I said, "Show me your set up and I'll work my magic."

"How are you going to? I doubt you've seen tech like this."

Pulling out my phone, I showed him a few pictures of the Helicarrier, some other tech I designed for SHIELD and said, "I'm pretty much the smartest person on this planet when it comes to electrical and mechanical engineering. I think I can hook up an auxiliary cable to your system."

"Okay. Thank you," He said, and I smiled.

"Hey, this way you can keep those tapes in good condition a while longer. If you keep playing them, they are gonna break."

"My mother gave them to me before she died."

"How did she die?" I asked gently as I grabbed my toolbox from the lab.

"Cancer."

"Same." I said, and his brows furrowed in confusion.

"Pepper is my Stepmother. She married my Dad a few years ago now, and my Mom died 6 years ago. Lung cancer. It's ironic because she never smoked. She escaped from under her parents reign and I'm guessing that included houses made of asbestos. Her cancer was called mesothelioma."

"My grandfather would only tell me it was brain cancer." He said quietly as we walked up into his ship with my toolbox.

"I'm sorry."

"I am too, about your Mom."

"Well, you can't exactly plan for it. I get myself tested once a year now for the markers. I know it's not hereditary, but I'd like to catch it early if it does happen. Now I guess my Inhuman genes won't let me." I found his system and began to analyze it, using ARSENAL's scanners I had built into my watch. He didn't speak for a few minutes, just watching me work, carefully taking apart his system and wiring in a port for an auxiliary cord.

"I have a favor to ask of you." He said after a long silence. I looked over and said, "No I will not sleep with you. I sense you and Gamora have something started and I'm happily married."

"No," he chuckled, "I…"

"I'd like to know what happened to my family." He said finally and I didn't respond at first.

"ARSENAL?" I asked my watch.

"Yes Ma'am?"

"Please search for records regarding the family of Meredith Quill, born in St. Peter's, Missouri." I said as Peter looked up.

"How did you know that?" He asked astonished.

"You don't think I'm gonna read up on the strange new person living under my roof? I couldn't exactly Google the rest of your crew."

"Meredith Quill, born September 5th, 1960 and died July 9th, 1988. Survived by her parents John and Rita Quill, brother Hank, and her son Peter. Peter Quill: Missing since July 9th, 1988. Presumed kidnapped outside the hospital he was last seen in. Last seen by his grandfather. Rita Quill, passed on February 23rd, 1999 from a heart attack. Hank Quill married Meredith Quill's best friend Wendy, and have since had five children. John Quill, currently resides in Independence, Missouri, in the Hospice wing of the local hospital."

"Hospice?" Peter asked, looking upset at his hope of getting closer was shattered.

"According to medical records, his liver is failing and without a donor, he won't live another week."

"Mine, I'll give him mine." Quill said, standing up and pacing.

"According to medical records, Peter nor Hank Quill, have the same genetic markers suitable for organ donation." ARSENAL said and I sucked in a breath at Peter's horrified look.

"I need to see him. I need to see my family."

"We'll go now." I said, remembering how I wanted to be there for my mother on her last days, even though it was the hardest thing I've ever done.

"I can't go in a spaceship." He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"We can take my car." I said, before packing up my tools, "Meet me in the hangar in five minutes."

Running up to where I last saw Steve and Bucky talking, I kissed them quick and said, "I'm taking Quill to say goodbye to his Grandfather. He's dying."

"Where is that?"

"How long will you be gone?"

"Missouri, and I will be back in time to tuck the little ones in for bed. I may have to leave Quill there to reunite with his Uncle." I said, kissing my babies heads as they played on the floor in front of the couch.

"Okay. Love you," Steve said, smiling up at me.

"I love you too. And I love you too," I said, giving Bucky an Eskimo kiss.

"Be safe."

"Never travel without at least one gun." I said, patting my sidearm I had holstered under my arm.


"I've officially seen the future happen. A flying car."

"My grandfather invented one in the 40's but kept it to himself. Until he had to trash the prototype to save the world. Long story," I said as we walked up to the nurses desk.

"John Quill's room please." Peter asked, an audible lump forming.

"508. Please put a mask on before entering. His immune system is weak." The nurse said, handing us two disposable masks. Taking Peter by the elbow, I led him slowly down the hall to the room the nurse gave. As we approached the doorway, I could see an elderly man laying on the bed, his body jaundiced from his liver failure.

"Peter," I said turning to find the man crying silently. His eyes never strayed from the sight of his grandfather.

"How long has it been?" I asked, knowing the answer.

"26 years." He sighed.

"Do you really want to make him wait another minute longer?" I said, and it seemed to be the mental push he needed. He took another step forward, and went to gently open the door. I saw the monitors jump in heart rate, as John Quill stirred from his slumber.

"Hi." Peter said quietly.

"Who are you?" A gruff voice asked as we entered.

"My uh… my name is…." Peter struggled, overcome with emotions as he locked eyes with his grandfather.

"Speak up boy." John said, cracking a small smile. I put a hand on Peter's shoulder and he cleared his throat, "My name is Peter."

John' smile instantly fell as he studied the man in front of his bed.

"July 9th, 1988 I was abducted from outside the hospital in St. Peter's, Missouri. You had asked me to stay in the hallway, as you went back in to mourn the loss of your daughter, my mother. I ran outside, where I was sucked into a… this is going to sound weird, a spaceship. I've been on the other side of the galaxy for 26 years, until I returned to Earth, by call of the Avengers."

"Peter Quill is my grandson. You dare come in her and pretend to be my missing grandson? Get out!" John said, tears running down his face.

"But I am your grandson. I had a black eye the day my mom died. Her best friend Wendy was there. She used to babysit me when you or Granny couldn't, and would always make chocolate chip cookies so that I would behave at the hospital. My mom gave me a gift the night she died, and you put it in my backpack." Peter was trying so hard to explain, but his grandfather was trying not to listen.

"Mr. Quill, do you know who I am?" I asked gently.

"You're Tony Stark's daughter. The Avenger. Siren, they call you?"

"Yes. I brought Quill here. I was the one who researched you for him. He is telling the truth."

"How do I know you are who you say?" John said, looking at Peter after a moment.

"What shirt was I wearing that night?" Quill said, grabbing something from inside his jacket.

"Dolores River…" John says as Peter lays the t-shirt across his grandfather's bed.

"Peter?" John said and Peter sighed, "I'm sorry I ran off."

"You came home," John said crying, pulling Peter in to hold him as tightly as he could.

I stepped back into the hall and watched silently. It reminded me of my mother and how our goodbye lasted all of a day, and it still wasn't enough. Now I have more questions than ever for her, and still need her for the little things.

"Miss, your neck is badly bruised. Have you been examined?" A voice said and I looked up to see a face I thought I'd never see again.

"You," I whispered with wide eyes.

"Sera?"


A/N: Uh oh. Mystery person, who are you and how do you know Sera? Don't worry, not a bad guy. Just a blast from the past :) What did you think? More fluff again, I know.