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"I'd like to start this conversation by saying this is not my fault."

"I don't wanna hear it."

"Seriously. I just woke up here, I have no idea what happened."

"Then yer an idiot on top of it."

"Okay, harsh but fair."

"An' you got traded for a weak bounty. I didn't raise you right."

Peter flounders uselessly for a second before letting his hands fall back into his lap. "Come on, man, it's bad enough I'm sitting here in my underwear. Adding insult to injury is just a low blow by this point."

"You ain't gonna learn otherwise, don't see why it matters."

Peter opens his mouth to say something, closes it, opens it again, and gives up. Finally he sighs and slumps in defeat. "In my defense, I was left unsupervised."

Yondu is decidedly unimpressed. "That's it? That's the excuse yer goin' with?"

"I mean I'm just saying that this probably wouldn't have happened if I hadn't been left alone. So in the end this is kind of on you guys."

"That so?"

"Yes?"

Yondu nods once. "Alright, well enjoy prison, Quill."

"Hey, wait! No! I was joking, I was joking!"

Yondu is tempted to keep walking a few more feet, if only to instill the fear of God into the little smartass. This is not how he expected the trip to end but in all honesty he's not exactly surprised. Peter Quill has a tendency to land himself in situations exactly like this so get the call that his idiot Terran is locked up, half-naked, in the planet's detention center was less of a surprise and more of an expectation.

It had been the crew's decision to stay planetside for one more day following the completion of their latest job. Lately they had been jumping from one job to the next with no break in between and the overall mood of the Ravagers was beginning to sour. They were testier than usual, more irritable and quicker to resort to violence. A few of them had even drawn their weapons on each other in the past few weeks. Yondu has lost track of how many fights have broken out on the ship this month alone.

So when the suggestion was made that maybe they should hang around for one more day just to get a break from the ship, the Ravager captain agreed. Even if it was only for the night, if the short break kept his crew from killing each other then he couldn't complain. So he let them go with the understanding that the ship was leaving at first light the next morning whether they were on it or not. However they chose to spend their evening, women, booze, gambling, didn't matter to Yondu so long as they were back onboard the next morning.

Figuring out what to do with Peter was a bit trickier. The kid was more than old enough to take care of himself but leaving him to his own devices on a planet like this was asking for problems. Once again, Peter had the unique ability of finding the biggest spot of trouble in any given situation and getting himself tangled up right in the middle of it. He wasn't stupid by any stretch of the imagination but he was still young and had a bad habit of making bad decisions at bad times.

Still, the kid was never going to learn if they kept him locked up on the ship so, in spite of Yondu's initial hesitation, he let Peter go off on his own to do whatever it was he planned on doing for the evening. Besides, he's fifteen; how much trouble could he really get into in one night?

And no, Yondu definitely didn't stay up all night waiting for Peter to come back but he did keep an eye on the time. The best case scenario was that Peter would stagger onboard the next morning, hungover and broke because he's stubborn and he doesn't know how to gamble yet. Worst case is that he wound up dead in an alley somewhere. Somehow the kid had picked a third option that landed him somewhere right in the middle.

The tip he got from the detention center was surprising only in that Peter was the one being reported. It wasn't uncommon for at least one member of his crew to wind up in jail during shore leave but the fact that Peter was the one locked up was unusual. Because in spite of having nothing but terrible influences growing up, Peter was actually a pretty decent kid. He didn't start fights (although he definitely knew how to finish them) and he was usually pretty level-headed so it was a bit of surprise to learn he'd landed himself in a holding cell for the night.

Yondu is annoyed when he finds out (he figured he at least had another year before he was bailing Peter out of jail) but he's also curious. There's more to the story than the information he was given in the tip and he wants to know how exactly how Quill ended up in custody.

"You wanna tell me how this happened?" he asks, gesturing toward the cell currently housing Peter.

The boy flushes a weird shade of red and looks to the side. "There was this girl-"

"Of course there was," Yondu grumbles with a heavy sigh.

"I met her in one of the bars," Peter continues, undaunted. "We started talking and everything was going well and then all of sudden she said she wanted to take a picture together."

Peter shrugs in a way that's probably supposed to come across as cool and nonchalant but falls flat considering he's in his underwear. "I didn't think anything of it but then later she's stabbing me in the neck with a needle or something and I woke up here."

Yondu sighs all the way down to his soul. "She wasn't takin' a picture of you, ya idiot. She was a bounty hunter, she was tryin' to see how much you were worth!"

Peter blinks in surprise. "That's what that was? I just thought, I don't know, maybe she had a thing for scrapbooking or something."

"Yer hopeless," the Ravager captain mutters, shaking his head in disbelief. "So did you figure it out before or after ya slept together?"

It's Peter's turn to shake his head and he frowns mildly. "We didn't sleep together."

Yondu stares at him in silence for several long seconds. "So let me get this straight," he begins, squeezing the bridge of his nose to ward off the headache creeping on. "This girl shanghaied you, took yer clothes an' yer gun, turned ya in for a bounty, and you didn't even get in 'er pants? Boy, I outta disown you right here."

"Hey man," Peter grumbles defensively. "It's kinda hard to think about sex when you're getting roofied." He sighs and slumps back against the wall. "Look, it was a dumb decision on my part, I get it. Can you get me outta here?"

Like so many other things in his life, Yondu is tempted to tell Peter to figure it out himself. But to be honest he's kind of proud of the kid; not in how he was caught but in the fact that Peter had a big enough bounty on his head to be turned in for payment. It was sort of a right of passage for the Ravagers and something they bragged about constantly; the bigger the bounty the more bragging rights you had. And now Peter apparently had his own bounty which was promising in a way; it meant that in spite of being a late bloomer he was well on his way to becoming a full-fledged Ravager.

"Yeah, yeah," Yondu mumbles, waving at Peter dismissively. "Stay there an' don't do anything stupid 'til I get back."

He walks over to the processing station and sees a bored-looking kid who looks about two days older than Peter sitting behind the desk. The kid spares him a glance when he approaches.

"That idiot Terran over there is mine," Yondu tells him shortly, hiking a thumb over his shoulder in the direction of Peter's cell. "What's his bail?"

The kid plugs something into his system and reads it off with a dull expression. "Eleven hundred units."

Yondu balks at the answer and shakes his head. "That's it? Are ya sure?"

The kid shrugs one shoulder with disinterest. "That's what the file says."

"Eleven hundred units? Are you fuckin' kidding me?"

The kid shakes his head and holds his hands up in surrender. "Listen man, that's what I got on file. He was turned in for eleven hundred units so his bail is eleven hundred units."

Yondu doesn't know whether he wants to laugh or demand the kid change the input in Peter's file because an eleven hundred unit bounty is just insulting. The men on his crew had upwards of six and seven figure bounties on their heads and Peter had just barely cleared four. It was an appallingly meager amount and it meant Yondu had a whole helluva lot more work to do before Peter was considered a proper Ravager after all.

He mutters a curse under his breath, digs the bail out of his pocket (literal pocket change!) and slaps it on the desk. "Here," he growls, nodding toward the cell. "Let 'im out."

The kid nods once, logs the payment in his system, and releases the lock on the cell. A few seconds later Peter comes stumbling out into the corridor, barefoot and clad in nothing but his underwear.

The Ravager captain sighs, shrugs off his coat, and throws it to him. "Put this on, idiot. Last thing I need is for you to cause a scene cause yer comin' back to the ship without yer clothes."

Peter catches the coat and slips it on. He's still scrawny so the coat is at least three sizes to big on him and drags the ground when he walks but at least he's somewhat dressed now.

"Thanks," he says, following Yondu to the door.

"Don't thank me yet, runt," Yondu mutters as he walks. "Yer payin' me back for yer bail and then we're workin' on yer record. Ain't no one gonna respect a Ravager with an eleven hundred unit bounty on their head. That's pathetic."

"Eleven hundred units? Wow, that's a lot more than I thought."

"Quill, I will leave you on this planet, so help me."

"Okay, sorry, sorry."

"Shut up."

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