Peter stood by holograms that were projecting screens and skimmed over them. Bereet was sitting nearby and fiddling with a small object.
"Scattered riots broke out across the Kree Empire today protesting the recent peace treaty signed by the Kree Emperor and Xander's Nova Prime." The news feed was saying.
A little screen popped up next to Bereet and made a ringing noise. A picture of someone in a red jacket and blue skin popped up.
"Peter, you have call." Bereet said.
"Huh?" Peter looked up at her. He saw who was calling and dread filled his features as he held a hand up. "No, wait, don't!"
"Who's that?" Steve asked.
"That's… my dad." Quill said after a moment. Everyone except for the guardians looked extremely confused.
"That doesn't seem… right…" Tony said.
"What are you talking about?" Drax said. "Quill looks exactly like Yondu."
"Yondu is blue, you moron!" Rocket said.
"He's not my real dad." Quill said. "My real dad was… horrible, and Yondu was the guy who raised me."
"Where is he now?" Peter asked. Everyone went silent.
"Thats none of your business." Rocket said.
"I was just asking a question…" Peter said.
"Yeah, well, it was a stupid question!" Rocket said.
Too late. Bereet had already answered it. A screen popped up behind Peter with Yondu on it. Peter sighed and turned to face him, forcing a smile on his face.
"Quill?" He asked through a thick southern accent.
"Hey, Yondu." Peter smiled.
"I'm here on Morag. Ain't no Orb, ain't no you." Yondu said and gestured to his surroundings.
"Well, I was in the neighborhood. I thought I'd save you the hassle." Peter said and smiled innocently.
"Well, where are you at now, boy?" He growled.
"I feel really bad about this, but I'm not gonna tell you that." Peter said, his smile being replaced with a more serious look.
"I slaved putting this deal together-"
"Slaved?" Peter laughed. "Making a few calls is "slaved"? I mean, really?"
"And now you're gonna rip me off?!" Yondu screamed. "We do not do that to each other. We're Ravagers. We got a code."
"Yeah, and that code is "steal from everybody."" Peter rolled his eyes.
"When I picked you up on Terra…"
""Picked me up."" Peter said bitterly, making quotations marks with his fingers.
"Whats Terra?" Clint asked.
"Terra is another name for Midguard." Thor said.
"You mean Earth?" Bucky asked.
"Only people from the nine realms call it Midguard." Gamora said.
"Everyone from the nine realms are crazy if you ask me." Rocket mumbled.
"Hey!" Thor said, offended.
"What do you know?" Loki said. "You ignorant little rat."
"WHAT?" Rocket yelled, leaping up to his feet. "What did you just call me!?"
"Oh no." Quill sighed.
"You want to say that again!?" Rocket growled.
"With pleasure, rodent." Loki said dryly.
"Rodent? Yeah, that's real clever!" Rocket said sarcastically and raised his gun. "Lets see how much you can laugh after four or five shots to your face!"
"Rocket!" Gamora yelled, ripping the gun out of his hands.
"Everyone, calm down." Steve said.
"Ignore Reindeer Games." Tony told Rocket. "Almost everything that he says is either an insult or a trick."
"That is true." Loki smirked mischievously.
" ...these boys of mine wanted to eat you." Yondu growled.
"Yeah?" Peter said sarcastically. It obviously wasn't the first time he's been told this.
"They ain't never tasted any Terran before. I stopped them. You're alive because of me!" Yondu said. "I will find you, I will…"
"Are my hearing aids acting up, or did he just say 'eat you'?" Clint asked.
"Yeah. He threatened to eat me. Like, a lot." Quill sighed.
"That seems a bit extreme." Peter said.
"If I ever messed up on a mission, he threatened to feed me to the crew. If I ever misbehaved, he threatened to feed me to the crew." Quill said. "If my room was ever messy he would-"
"Threaten to feed you to the crew?" Sam asked with a disgusted look on his face.
"Yep." Quill said, leaning back casually like it was no big deal.
"That's horrible." Wanda said.
"I doubt he would have ever actually fed me to the crew." Quill shrugged. "Looking back I'm pretty sure he just said it to keep me in line and to keep the others satisfied."
"That's still really messed up." Natasha said.
"If you think that's messed up then there are about twenty planets that you should never visit." Gamora said.
"There are a lot of planets that use Terrans as a source of food." Rocket said with a smile.
"WHAT!" Peter squealed.
"I'm not surprised." Nat said.
"Do you know of any aliens that crawl inside of you and lay its eggs and once they hatch they take control of you and force you to eat your friends?" Peter asked.
Everyone went silent, giving Peter either confused or concerned looks.
"Are you okay?" Rocket asked.
"It's an honest question." Peter shrugged.
"He was making a reference to another movie." Tony said.
"No. There aren't any aliens like that." Quill said. "However there are some aliens that can manipulate you into doing what they want."
"Cool!" Peter grinned.
Peter hung up.
Back on Morag Yondu stared at his small tablet in disbelief. He turned and started marching towards his ship.
"Put a bounty on him! Forty K." Yondu ordered his men. "But I want him back alive."
"Yeah, Cap." One of the scavengers said and marched off.
"Alive?" Another scavenger asked.
"That's what I said." Yondu nodded.
"I told you when you picked that kid up, you should have delivered him like we was hired to do! He was cargo!" The scavenger snarled. Yondu paused to glare at him. "You have always been soft on him."
"You were cargo?" Shuri asked. "What does that mean?"
"That's a story for another time." Quill sighed.
"You're the only one I'm being soft on!" Yondu yelled and shoved the scavenger. "Now, don't you worry about Mr. Quill. As soon as we get him back here, I'm gonna kill him myself. What we do need to worry about, is who else out there wants that Orb!"
.
On the Kree warship the dark warrior Ronan is being dressed by his servants. Black eyeliner is being applied around and under his eyes and down the side of his face; a big contrast to his pale blue skin.
"They call me terrorist, radical, zealot, because I obey the ancient laws of my people, the Kree, and punish those who do not." He said in a low, deep voice. "Because I do not forgive your people for taking the life of my father, and his father, and his father before him. A thousand years of war between us will not be forgotten!"
Two of Ronans servants were holding a man still.
"You can't do this!" He said as he struggled against their hold. "Our government signed a peace treaty!"
"My government knows no shame. You Xandarians and your culture are a disease." Ronan growled.
"You will never rule Xandar."
"No. I will cure it!" Ronan lifted his hammer and struck the prisoner in the head.
Multiple people winced and a couple people screamed. Gamora and Nebula traded anxious looks.
Ronan walked across the floor, eyeing the blood as it drips and runs across the floor.
"Ronan, Korath has returned." Someone said. Ronan turned to see Nebula standing behind him. Ronan nodded at her and Nebula led Korath in.
Everyone looked at Nebula; who was avoiding eye contact and staring at the wall.
"What are you doing with him?" Tony asked in an accusing voice.
"That's none of your business." Nebula growled.
"Master, he is a thief, an outlaw who calls himself Star-Lord." Korath said.
'Yes!" Quill cheered. "He got my name right!"
A few people rolled their eyes.
"But we have discovered he has an agreement to retrieve the Orb for an intermediary known as The Broker."
"I promised Thanos I would retrieve the Orb for him." Korath said. "Only then will he destroy Xandar for me. Nebula, go to Xandar and get me the Orb."
"Thanos?" Tony said questioningly, sitting up a little straighter and eyeing the screen suspiciously. Everyone else grew silent and tense.
"It will be my honor." Nebula said.
"It will be your doom." Everyone's attention was brought to Gamora who was standing a few feet away. "If this happens again, you'll be facing our father without his prize."
Everyone gave Gamora scrutinizing looks but stayed quiet.
"I'm a daughter of Thanos. Just like you." Nebula growled.
"But I know Xandar." Gamora argued.
"Ronan has already decreed that I…"
"Do not speak for me." Ronan growled, interrupting Nebula midsentece. He turned to Gamora. "You will not fail."
"Have I ever?" Gamora asked.