Missouri, 1978
The sound of a lock clicking woke the prince from his deep slumber. Although he had been on this foreign planet for almost 3 months now, he never really got use to how quiet it was. On Spartox, even in the royal palaces there was always some activity and almost no peace and quiet.

On Earth in a territory called Missouri, silence was common, especially in the middle of the night.

Rising from the small cot, in the loft of the barn outside of his savior's house, he silently put on his discarded jeans, but not his boots.
Meredith was a sound sleeper and even if she did get up in the middle of the night, she would not leave the ranch. Creeping across the floor, he jumped down from the loft and into a pile of open hay. He could sense something was wrong, even if he didn't know what yet.
Moving towards the ajar barn door, he looked outside.

The full moon shedding a gentle glow over the front of the small farm house. The old beat truck stood were he had parked it, the fencing that he was putting up was still piled from when he called it a night was quite. He should go back to sleep, but the sound of the lock clicking still rang in his ears like a gun shot.

To a farmer everything would look clear and fine, just a misheard sound.

To warrior it looked like the calm before the storm.

Even in the dead quiet of the Missouri farm there were sounds all around, sounds that should be there and sounds that shouldn't.

Slowing down his breathing, and stilling his thundering heart, he listened.

From the field of wheat and corn stalks, he could hear them moving gently in the breeze, but a human could hear that.

He slowed his breathing more and hushed his heart even slower.

The screen door was slowly swaying in the wind, banging against the door frame, but a dog a mile down the road could hear that.

He slowed his breathing even more and his heart followed only thumping when need be.

The fifth step on the flight of stairs creaked, but a mouse could hear that.

He stopped his breathing completely, his heart didn't bother beating, as these past three months it has not been in his chest. His heart was with woman who was her bed, in the second room to the left, upstairs.

The heavy breath of a large Terran vibrated through the air from the second floor landing, but only a trained Spartox warrior could hear that.

That breath did not come from Meredith.

He toke off in a sprint across the yard towards the house, yanking the screen door open so hard he pulled it off his hinges. Grabbing the knob to the heavy, oak front door, he panicked as he realized it was locked.

Inside heavy foot steps ran across the upstairs hallway towards Meredith's door. A dim light came on in the upstairs window, illuminating if only slightly the outside porch. He could almost feel her panic as he heard the tell tale creak of her bedroom door slamming open.

"MEREDITH," he yelled as he put all of his weight and heaved his body into the door. The door cracked but did give way.

He first heard the glass shatter, followed by the disappearance of the lamp light on the pouch. Panic and rage flared through his body. With adrenaline coursing through his veins he kicked the door off the frame and into the hall way.

Sprinting up the stairs, down the hall and although he was unarmed he was ready for battle.

Although it base was shattered the lamp was still on laying hap-hazardously on the floor, light spilling out of the partly closed door and into the narrow hallway.

Slowing to cautious walk, he took a fighting stance and slowly pushed open the door.

He saw her first.

Her soft, blonde, hair cascading down her white night gown.

Her light blue eyes resting gently on him, calm and quiet like the Nebraska night outside.

He saw him second.

He held her wrist behind her back in one hand, and with the other had a large kitchen knife to her throat.

Knowwhere, 35 years later
Agonizing pain shot through Yondu's head as the knife pinned the arrow to the adjacent wall. Despite the pain, he kept a straight face, grabbing his knife and whirling around to meet the intruder, ready to tear him a new one. That deadly arrow was linked to him in ways he himself couldn't even explain and he didn't take lightly to people ruining his stuff.

But the pain was nothing compared to the panic he felt as he heard the voice.

"Yes, Yondu Udonta," the voice said "tell us how taking him from his family and selling him like cattle is keeping his safe."

He hadn't heard that voice in 26 years, but even he hasn't forgotten it since then.

"Tell him how his father trusted you," J'son said phaser rifle pointed at Yondu "tell him how you took my son away."

J'son, King of Spartox and father to Peter Quill stepped into the room and into the light.

Seeing the phaser rifle pointed at him, Youndu quickly held his knife to Peter's throat. The King stopped advancing but did not lower his weapon.

Everyone in the room held a tense breath as the two Kings stared at each other.

Motioning for the other two Ravagers who were holding Peter's arms to move away, Yondu took custody of Quill. Holding his upper arms in a tight loop with his left arm and the knife in his right hand, Yondu shielding his body with Peter's.

Although Quill was compliant with the hostage transfer he was tense and overwhelmed. He leaned his head back as the knife dug further into his neck, small trickles of blood already flowing onto his gray shirt. The man that stood in front of him was still pointing the rifle at both him and Yondu, rage in his eyes as he stared intensely at the leader of the Ravagers. He knew that the man would not get a clean shot.

"Put the knife down Yondu," the man said through gritted teeth, "it's over. Let Peter go and tell your men to stand down, then maybe let you live."

"Now why would I do that," Yondu said, nodding his head at the Ravagers to turn their weapons on the King. " that doesn't give me much incentive now does it."

The other guardians remained silent and stunned as they watch the conversation, but they needed to act fast. Not only was Quill in danger, Drax was still losing blood fast despite Gamora's attempt at slowing it.

Growing up as the daughter of a genocidal warlord, Gamora was not easily intimated. Ever since her race was distroyed, she lived in a world that had no room for fear. However as she saw the mysterious man emerge from the shadows, chills ran through her system, but that was good. Although she didn't know if he was trust worthy yet, she was pretty sure they shared a common goal. They were gonna need as much help as possible.

Gamora was still crouched by Drax, she looked over to Rocket and they shared a look. A look at said, "distraction, they needed a distraction."

"I'll tell you one last time Yondu," J'son said as he felt panic raise with him when he realized history was repeating itself. The father was determined, he would die before he let Peter share the same fate as his mother.

"Let my son go," the King finished almost in whisper.

Peter swallowed when he heard the newcomer's demand, drawing a new cut from the knife.

He didn't react to the pain.

"Yondu what the hell is going on," Peter asked as his head was yanked back further almost tipping him off balance.

"Shut it, boy," Yondu commanded in to his ear, tightening his hold on the knife and maneuvering Peter's head so he could see his father more clearly.

That is when their eyes meet.

The king's and the prince's.

The warrior and the hostage.

The father and the son.

As Peter's eyes locked with his father, energy surged through his body. His back tensed up as he felt it go through his veins and nerves much like when he grabbed the stone but in lie of the pain, he felt power. He didn't know how or why, but Peter knew this man in front of him was telling the truth. Peter knew that this man was his father.

As J'son's eyes locked with his son, he saw it. At first he saw his brown eyes, his mother's eyes. Through those brown eyes he saw the kindness and love she once had. Yet through those brown eye he also saw the defiance, and sadly the anger he himself had mastered.

As Peter stared back, the rich brown eyes disappeared and in place was deep purple and swirling black. Even from feet away he could feel the surge from his son, it was the invisible and almost undetectable expect from those of specific species.

"Your move, your highness," Yondu taunted to J'son, unaware of the change within Peter.

Putting his weapon on the ground, the King put his hands up and took a couple steps back. He need to calm down Peter.

The Infinity Energy has awoken.

Missouri, 1987
"Baby, why don't you come down from there?" Meredith Quill called gently from the trunk of the large spruce tree, but the six year old occupant wouldn't budge.

"I can make you some pancakes if you are hungry," the tired mom continued.

But despite the coaxing of food, Peter Quill sat stubbornly and silently on the tree branch, arms crossed and teeth clenched. He had been up there since he came home from school. Meredith knew something was wrong as soon as he got off the bus. However instead of confiding with his mother as he usually did, he climbed to his favorite spot and has not come down since.

Now after about four hours of bargaining and begging the single mother was no closer to finding out what happened and was at her wits end. Although her doctors warned her about over exerting herself, the older Quill pulled her hair up into a bun and rolled up her selves.

"If you don't come down, I'm going to come up," Meredith gave her son one last warning.

And just like his father, Peter stayed stubbornly silent.

Stepping on one of the tree's many knots she hoisted herself up and proceeded to climb to her son. She hadn't climbed the tree since J'son left and it brought back memories. Swinging herself up she straddle the lower branch next to Peter. Out of breath she rested her head back on the trunk and stared at her little boy waiting for him to acknowledge her.

"Star lord, what happened," Meredith pleaded reaching up to run her fingers through Peter's hair.

"I don't want to talk about it," Peter finally mumbled turning into his mother's soothing hands. Although he didn't know for sure, something was wrong with his mom. She looked more tired then usual and had been more patient when he did something wrong.

"You're just like your father," Meredith sighed, thinking of all the coaxing she had to do to get any tid bit of information from J'son.

"They called me a bastard," Peter confessed finally turning to his mother, eyes watery. "The other boys said that you and I are going to hell because I don't know who my dad is."

Meredith knew this day would come. Especially in a town as small and religious town such as this one. Everyone knew that she wasn't married to J'son when Peter was conceived. Till this day her own parents still give her grief over it, even after J'son left.

"You know who your father is," Meredith said patiently, she told him everyday of his father, even when he was too young to understand. "What would he say if he came back now and see you this sad."

"But he's not coming back is he, mom?" Peter shot back tears spilling down his eyes, "the other boys said..."

"I don't care what the other boys said Peter," Meredith interrupted, "your father is coming back."

"When," Peter asked quietly, "when will he come back?"

The tired and worn mother gave her son a sad smile. She hasn't told him yet about her sickness. She couldn't bare the thought of him being alone in this world. She couldn't bare the thought of not being there when his father returned.

"I don't know star lord," she finally admitted, "but he loved us very much and he wanted to stay but he just couldn't."

It was something that she told Peter everyday, and everyday it was true.

"What does he look like," Peter asked curiously, "how will I know it's him."

"Trust me baby. When you see him you'll just know."

Knowwhere, Present Day

Peter watched as the King put his weapon on the ground. A new burst of energy surged through his body, but this time anger accompanied the power. Anger like he never felt before.

That was man that his mother fell in love with.

That was the man that left before he was even born.

That was the man made his mother cry every night, when she thought he couldn't hear.

That was the man that made the town call her a whore and him a bastard.

That was the man that his mother called an angel.

That was the man that let Meredith Quill die.

Peter's breathing pick up and his gaze on the King intensified. He felt Yondu tighten his hold on him and draw his head back further as his body tensed up. The power was shouting to him. The energy was persuading to him. The anger was commanding him.

'Oh shit,' Rocket thought as he felt the power surge coming off of Peter. It felt minimal to when the stone was in Peter's hand, minimal but just as potent and dangerous. He couldn't be sure, but when Quill woke up on the ship, he swear he could of seen a flash of purple in his eyes.

Looking over to Gamora, their eyes meet. He could tell by the alarmed look that she could feel it to. They need to get out now.

She positioned herself in a crouch, hands hovering of her collapsible sword read to spring into action as soon as the moment presented itself. In turn Drax slowly did the same, hand resting on the table he was leaning on ready to plow into the three Ravagers flanking them.

The three of them shared one more look. They didn't know if this man, whether if he was Peter's father or not could be trusted. With the power coming off of Peter they did not know what to do to help him, if he could be helped or the more likely if he was the one that needed the help.

Although they have all grown close since the beginning of this, they needed to take a risk if they were going to gain anything. That being said, Peter was on his own.

So the Guardians prepared, silently and slowly, waiting for a time when they could spring into action. Hoping and even praying that Peter could find a way out.

Meanwhile the King continued to try to display a non-threatening vibe as the energy within Peter continued to escalate. Displaying his hands in front of him, he bend his knees a little to in order to be eye level with his son. The purple and the darkness still dominating his eyes and now clouding his senses.

"Yondu, for the sake of you and your crew. Let go of Peter," J'son cautioned making his voice soft but still commanding.

Giving out a small laugh the leader of the Ravagers dug the knife in deeper to Quill's neck as he misinterpreted the warning for another threat.

"I had enough of this. Kraglin don't just stand you idiot get his gun and cuff him," Yondu yelled to his second in command.

"Yes sir," Kraglin said moving forward towards the King.

J'son needed to think quickly, he knew this was a lot for Peter to comprehend. So he needed to start at the beginning and then maybe they could reach a peaceful end.

"Peter I want you to know that everything will be ok," the father reassured as Kraglin approached.

Peter didn't react, he jaw clenched and body tense.

"My name is J'son. I was your mother's husband when I lived with her in Missouri more then..."

"LIAR," Peter yelled pulling at his restraint and trying to launch forward. The power was pulsing through his body, moving like water through rapids. Even Yondu could now feel it.

"YOU LEFT HER. YOU LEFT HER. YOU LEFT HER ALONE AND PREGNANT," hescreamed, a purple glow was beginning to form around Peter, subtle like a reflection from a setting sun.

"Boy what the hell is wrong with you," Yondu said struggling to hold him.

"Peter, please calm down. I promise I will explain everything later," the desperate father pleaded.

Kraglin had stopped in his tracks upon noticing Peter's eyes. He was split between following the captain's orders and getting the hell away from Quill.

"Peter," Gamora whispered, concern and fear in her voice.

"Well this is unexpected," Tivan said fascinated.

"You left her," Peter growled out the purple haze darkening.

"Peter, please," J'son begged.

"NO"

Then everything was chaos and purple.