"Bet you fifty units he knocks his teeth out with his first shot, Captain," Kraglin teased, nudging Quill as they marched through the trees to a safe enough distance from the m-ship for the Terran's first shooting lesson.

"I ain't gonna knock my teeth out!" the boy huffed as his arms lowered the blaster from a position that promised to do just that.

"Uh huh, sure."

"I'm serious! Shooting is in my blood! I'm amazing with my bow. Mama says I'm a natural marksman and everyone at summer camp says I do papa proud. Aunt Nissa even said she was gonna teach me trick shots, 'cept she never got to because someone abducted me!"

Kraglin rolled his eyes and Yondu snorted. Quill didn't know how lucky he was they'd taken him in.

"Kid, a bow ain't anything like a quad blaster," Yondu said, stopping to look around a small clearing. "Honestly, didn't think Terrans were so backward to still be using such primitive tech."

"We don't, normally. It's just a summer camp thing."

Kraglin rolled his eyes. Quill calling something a summer camp thing was basically his excuse for everything. Kid can't sit still for five minutes, it's a summer camp thing. Kid can't read for shit, despite Yondu going through the hassle of finding a Terran to Common learners reading program, a summer camp thing. A kid too young to fight by all but the worst Kree standards knows how to spar, a summer camp thing.

"Besides, you use an arrow."

"My yaka is special."

"Yeah, it's way more boring. Sure, it glows and can catch fire, but some of the guys at summer camp can make arrows that do that too. Heck, Mama told me Uncle Jesse's girlfriend once made him arrows that exploded like fireworks! You don't even have to aim it or work a bow. You just," the boy whistled a tune, "and the thing flies off, without any hard work or skill necessary."

Kraglin pinched his lips and took a step back at the expression on his captain's face.

"No skill, huh? If it's so easy, why don't you control it?"

"I've tried," the boy sighed and Kraglin realized the boy legitimately had a death wish. No one messed with Yondu's arrow. "But no matter how well I match your tone and pitch, it won't do anything."

"Guess it takes a bit of skill after all."

"That, or a glowy red metal mohawk," the boy muttered, bringing up the gun again.

Yondu smacked the back of his head. "Shut up, boy. And you're gonna lose me fifty units holding the thing like that. Kraglin, go make us a target while I show this idiot how to hold a gun."

Kraglin shrugged and headed off across the cleaning as Yondu knelt next to Quill. "Do we really need an actual target? Kid probably won't even hit the tree we tell him to aim at."

"Hey! I told you I'm a natural marksman!"

Kraglin sunk his knife into a tree and started carving a large star. "Uh huh, sure."

"I'm serious! I… I'll bet you fifty units I'll hit the target!"

"You don't have fifty units," Kraglin snorted.

"'S not my fault somebody doesn't pay me for all the work I do."

"Kid, what little money you make doing your chores pays for the food in your belly and your bedroom. Unless you want to start sleeping out in the cuddle pile with the boys?"

Kraglin rolled his eyes, knowing that while Quill wouldn't call the captain's bluff, it was just a bluff. Yes, most ravagers had to pay to upgrade their complimentary lockers into an actual room, but Yondu made it a policy that anyone under their species' legal majority or consenting age (whichever came last) got a room to themselves. It was the only reason Kraglin could get one since he spent most his time babysitting Terrans instead of taking jobs.

"Then I'll bet you chores! I'll do your galley shifts for a week!"

Kraglin did hate his galley shifts. However, "You love working in the galley! The cook and his girls baby you and make you treats! You take my vent duties."

"But I always get attacked by the orloni and Yondu took my shocker!"

"Wouldn't of took it if I didn't have to keep pulling the boys off you because you used it on them."

"They're the ones that start it… usually."

"It's vent duty or nothing," Kraglin said, turning away from his finished carving to see the kid shift his glare from Yondu to him.

"Fine, but when I do hit it, you gotta make Vesan jelly for me every night for a week!"

Of course the brat just wants to sate his addiction instead of trading in his own vent duties.

"Kid, if you make five perfect shots in a row, I'll make it for you for a whole Terran month."

"Deal!"

"Deal."

"Yes! Dessert for a whole month!"

Kraglin didn't bother explaining, for what had to be the millionth time, that no matter how much Vesan jelly tasted like Terran ice cream, it was supposed to be an actual meal. He also didn't bother pointing out that when the kid screwed up, he'd be taking the older boy's vent duties for a month. He'd figure it out soon enough.

Once Kraglin was standing behind the two and out of the line of fire, Quill held up the gun like Yondu had shown him and the captain gently corrected him, one hand on his elbow and the other on his back.

If the position looked almost parental, Kraglin wasn't stupid enough to say anything.

"There, now shoot."

Quill started to pull the trigger, then paused and lowered the gun slightly. Before Yondu could correct him again, he fired.

To the kid's credit, he didn't knock his teeth out. Though that could be because the gun flew up and smacked him on the forehead instead.

Kraglin doubled over laughing and Quill spun around to glare at him, all while rubbing at the bright red mark just above his left eyebrow. He stuck his tongue out and the older boy returned the Terran gesture with a smirk.

"Boys," Yondu chuckled. When they looked at him, he nodded towards the tree. The two turned and Kraglin's jaw dropped.

There inside the star, if slightly off center, was a smoking crater.

Safe to say, when they left Peter was content even if he still said he preferred his bow since it didn't leave giant bruises on his face, Yondu was confident the boy could at least be trusted not to kill himself or his teammates if he found himself in a firefight, and Kraglin was down fifty units with a month's worth of Vesan jelly hanging over his head.