Settling the Score

"Can anyone tell me what the hell I've been drinking tonight?". Peter asked out loud which caused the rest of the Ravagers to just laugh.

In the small bar/gloried whorehouse on Quantez Seven, they were celebrating a very successful mission planned and carried out by one Peter Jason Quill and taking advantage of the fact it was his twentieth birthday to get wasted.

That had gone through the bar menu twice, but the owners didn't care since they always paid and several women were trying to get their attention.

Yondu just leaned back and looked at his boy, maybe it was the booze getting to him, but he was proud of him, suiting there in his red Ravagers jacket looking every inch of the thief and criminal Yondu had taught him to become. He knew that one-day Peter would take off through the stars to find his own path, but today wasn't it.

"So another round. Yondu…Yondu", Peter asked, as every bit of blue blood in Yondu's veins went cold at the figure coming into the bar.

It had been years, over two decades in fact but it was him, still as tall as Yondu could remember even though they were the same height he had always seemed like a giant to Yondu.

He was still wearing black leather, and had a standard blaster, but not like the one from when Yondu remembered. It had been years, but he looked around if is sensing his presence and the pair locked eyes for a moment which caused the coldness to be replaced with rage.

"Yondu are you ok", Peter asked suddenly concerned as his Captain quickly got to his feet, "I'm fine", he said fast, not wanting Peter to see his reaction to all of this.

Peter being Peter would demand an explanation, and no way in hell was Yondu going to give it. On seeing his movement, the Kree also made his way to leave, but now Yondu wasn't young, but he was still quick and caught up with him, as he left the brothel.

The Kree tried to move faster, but he either didn't know the terrain or was just confused as he came to a dead end alleyway and just stopped. In the moonlight, Yondu cast a shadow, and for the Captain of the Ravagers, he felt a thrill he never imagined he would ever feel.

"Keiveais"

There was no point denying it, as the figure turned around slowly. The years really hadn't been kind to him, he was old greying and looking pathetic. If Yondu were the forgiving type, he would have just let it go. But he wasn't going to let it go that easily.

"Do you remember me". He said to the Kree, who Yondu noticed took a breath and his Adam's apple bobbed. Was he scared of him? Well good, Yondu thought as Keiveais, just said his name slowly "Yondu Udonta".

Back then when he drawled out his name, it meant something bad was going to happen, and the image danced in his mind at the abuse he had suffered at the man's hands. The tears he had tried and failed not to shed. But right now Yondu felt empowered and stood up straight.

"Do you remember what you did?"

Keiveais was about to speak, but Yondu caught his off because he could, and made his voice the most intimidating "You beat me, you made my life hell."

"You were a slave" was the feeble reply, and Yondu could only scoff, at this pathetic attempt to be intimidating "And you fucking reminded me of that every day".

Yondu's words, however, were not having the desired effect, and Keiveais just seemed to be reliving the memory of who he used to be "So what the fuck if I did, you were a slave Yondu and a child. It was best to show you how the universe worked. Besides, you did ok for yourself, heard you were a Ravager now. So perhaps I did you a favour, taught you how to be a man".

These were the wrong words and Yondu's red eyes narrowed.

"Did you see that boy in there? That man with the blonde hair? Well, that's my son. I've raised him from the age of eight. I've taught him what it means to be a man, I've taught him what it means to be something. But most of it was erasing ever mistake I ever learned from you. You fucked me right up, taught me that I was worthless. Luckily I never believed it, you fucking bastard" Yondu's eyes narrowed as Keiveais took a step back

"What the fuck are you going to do Yondu, Kill me? Hell, you should be thanking me, at least you learned something from me after all. You may pretend you're so righteous". Keiveais took a breath before continuing.

"But remember, you're the ones who slaughtered your own parents not me. Does your son know about that?"

Keiveais spat back, as Yondu sick of this conversation and his biggest regret being thrown back at him, pulled his red coat back and brought his arrow to life.

Keiveais had abused him for years and deserved the arrow entering his skull with a small whistle, twisting into his brain, his eyes bulging out.

It deliberately took a few seconds longer than most. Yondu wanted to savour the pain, as he fell to the ground in a shower of blood and Yondu just stepped away. He wasn't going to waste time even looking back.

But to his surprise some of the tension he had no idea he was holding on to just lifted off him, Yondu had no idea he would ever felt this way, but right now just needed a drink.

Going back to the brothel, he sat next to his son, and Peter passed him a beer "What the hell happened to you, you just disappeared" Peter asked while he was finishing his own beer and was unable to take his eyes off a lovely whore looking at him from across the room.

"Just sorting some shit out from me past boy," he said quickly, ruffling the grown man hair playfully, to which Peter didn't t protest this gentle treatment in public. "Just sorting it all out."

The end

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