After all the crap we had gone through to get out of jail Quill decided it was worth potentially throwing all of our hard work out the window. Just so he could get that stupid Walkman. At least Drax had given me a new word to describe Quill, imbecile. Honestly I was a little disappointed that I hadn't thought of it myself actually. Two dull hours later we had done nothing. I was spending my time going through my junk messages that had piled up when I was in jail.

God that was going to be on my recorder forever wasn't it?

Everyone was a little on edge, nobody really trusted each other so we mostly kept to ourselves. I glanced up again to see Rocket still tearing stuff apart. He might be building a bomb, I am 89% sure that he was building a bomb.

"Wow, wow, wow! Yo!" Quill shouted when he finally noticed the raccoon was tearing apart the ship, even though he had been doing it for about an hour or so. Quill rushed over to Rocket yanking stuff out of Rocket's hands stopping him from doing any more damage to his bachelor pad as he demanded, "Ranger Rick, what are you doing?! You can't take apart my ship without asking me!"

"Who the hell is Ranger Rick?" I scoffed not picking up the reference, it sounded a little familiar but I was mostly drawing a blank. I apologize to anyone who is insulted by my lack of knowledge on rangers.

"What is this?" Quill demanded ignoring my comment reaching down to touch the mess of tech that had once been part of his ship.

"Don't touch that," Rocket warned him before he could touch him, "It's a bomb."

"A bomb?!"

"Call it!" I announced proudly raising my hand as I leaned against the wall.

"And you leave it lying around?" Quill yelled at the raccoon, choosing to ignore me again.

"I was gonna put it in a box!" Rocket defended himself looking around the area he had set up absentmindedly going through the drawers. Something in one of them caught my attention, even from here I could see wrapping paper with a bow and everything. I wonder whose birthday it was.

"What's a box gonna do?" Quill demanded in a moment of intelligence.

I shrugged my shoulder admitting with my eyes still on the box, "Depends on the box really."

"How 'bout this one?" Rocket wondered as he picked up the very present I had just been looking at.

At the sight of someone touching the present seemed to send Quill into a rage. He slammed the present of the raccoons hand and slammed the door shut yelling, "Hey! Leave that alone!"

"Why? What it is?" Rocket asked trying to be reasonable.

"Shut up!" Quill ordered firmly, being a total jerk about it.

"Well ya don't have to be mean about it," I snapped at him shooting him a heated glare before my attention was drawn back to my holographic display. Quill went on to asked Rocket about yet another machine that had been built in the past hour.

"That's for when things get really hardcore," Rocket explained with an edge of giddiness in his voice, sounding pleased with himself as he went on, "Or if you wanna blow up moons."

I blinked looking up to stare at the raccoon who seemed unaware of my stare. This one, I decided. I will be best friends with this one.

"No one's blowing up moons," Gamora announced shooting down the idea before it could even reach the launch pad.

"AW!" I whined disappointed slouching my shoulders in despair, I wanted to blow up a moon! Gamora rolled her eyes at me clearly unimpressed with my eagerness to destroy a moon.

"Listen I'm gonna need your buyers coordinates," Quill announced finally getting a chance to ask. Until this point we had just picked a random direction and had gone that way. It wasn't the best method but it worked.

"We're heading in the right direction," Gamora offered as she spun the orb around in her hand, "For now."

"Great, super helpful once again." I noted looking up at them both with disdain, after all they both spoiled my fun.

"If we're gonna work together you might wanna trust me," Quill informed the green woman eyeing the orb suspiciously.

"Like that's gonna happen," I scoffed rolling my eyes at his ridiculous suggestion. As far as I was concerned I was the only law abiding citizen here, and therefore I was the only trustworthy one here.

Quill glanced back at me with an annoyed look, I only shrugged at him in response. He turned back to Gamora taking the orb from her holding it up as he admitted, "I'd trust you a lot more if you told me what this is."

"My guess is it's a weapon," I chimed in eagerly pulling up my scanner that had the reading I had taken of the orb. I checked it over again as I announced, "I'm mostly getting some energy readings from it, some pretty high ones too."

"I don't know what it is." Gamora insisted in response leaning on the table that Quill set down the orb. Drax moved in quickly snatching up the orb examining it eagerly.

"If it is a weapon we should us it against Ronan," He announced eagerly.

I suddenly became worried holding up my hand and calling worriedly, "Whoa! Hold on! Don't touch it!"

"Put it down you fool! You'll destroy us all!" Gamora shouted at him, thankfully as concerned as I was with that thing going boom. For all I knew it was a giant bomb about to go off.

"Or just you murderess!" Drax shouted back, Gamora took instant offense and moved right up into Drax's face.

"I let you live one princess!"

"I AM NOT A RPINCESS!"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" I shouted egging them on as I pulled up my recording device, ready to see a battle royal.

"HEY!" Quill shouted before there could be blood, I sent a suspicious look his way. He was about to kill the fun wasn't he? No sooner had I said this that he announced, "Nobody is killing anybody on my ship!"

Eyes were now on Quill, it was after all his ship. He sent a heated look towards all of us until he settled an accursedly one at me pointing at me, "And you! Stop encouraging them!"

"I'm not encouraging anything!" I defended quickly holding up one hand in surrender. Quill only narrowed his eyes at me. I groaned shutting off the recording crossing my arms and leaning against the wall with a bitter mutter, "Kill joy."

Satisfied that I wasn't recording the going on Quill turned his attention back to the whole group, "We're stuck together. Until we get the money!"

"I have no interest in money!" Drax snapped dismissively carelessly tossing the orb to Quill before he left the room.

"More for us," I sighed shrugging my shoulders as he left the room.

"Partners," Quill agreed looking around at all of us.

"We have an agreement, but I would never be partners with the likes of you," Gamora corrected him, I barely managed to stop myself from shouting burn as I pulled up my HWT again. She continued to explain, "I'll tell the buyer we're on our way. And Quill, you're ship is filthy."

With that being said Gamora took her leave, and I definitely had to agree with her. The ship was totally gross.

"She has no idea," Peter began once Gamora was gone. He looked around at the walls with a look of pride, "If I had a black light…"

My fingers stopped moving completely and I came to a complete stop. Dreading what he was about to say.

"This place would look like a Jackson Palmer painting."

I dropped my arm, remaining a still as I could allowing that thought to sink in properly thinking of the painting and why that would matter. My eyes widened as I realized exactly what he meant by that statement.

"OH MY GOD!" I shouted jumping away from the walls and began frantically brushing off my clothes as if that would get anything off me as I gasped panicked, "Oh sweet Odin's throne-by the nine realms! Son of a hairless frost giant! WHY!?"

I looked back as Quill began laughing hysterically apparently finding my reaction hilarious.

"What is wrong with you?" I shouted at him glaring dangerously even as he struggled to contain his laughter. I pointed at him narrowing my eyes as a threatened loudly, "Keep laughing buddy; because you won't be when I stick you too the wall so you can watch me dismantle that damn Walkman, recreate it into a flamethrower and burn your stupid tapes!"

Quill immediately shut up, the situation now not a funny as he had originally thought, for good measure he set one hand over where the device was kept on his belt as an extra precaution.

I took a deep breath, confident that the message had been received before I announced, "I am going up to the cockpit. Unless that also looks like a Palmer painting?"

"No, no, that's clear!" Quill assured me.

"It better be!" I snapped as I headed up the steps snatching up the orb as I went, not confident enough to leave it with Quill, Rocket or Groot. I glanced towards Gamora who had taken the first chair she had run into.

I made my way to the pilots chair setting myself down, and then I just looked up out the window. Out at the stars that seemed to stretch on endlessly. It was a whole new sight to me. I was used to growing up in cities, and when I wasn't in cities I was being rushed around. So I never did get to see the stars.

Except now it seemed everywhere I went I could look up at the sky and see all the stars I wanted.

I had always loved stars, even though I couldn't ever see them. Peter, my Peter, could tell you how much I loved them by all the astrology books I made him carry whenever we stopped at the library.

Peter.

I tried not to think too much about him, but sometimes he would sneak up on my thoughts and knock me over. I missed him, I missed his awkward little smile he'd send my way whenever I said something clever, and I missed his adorable shuttering and the way his nose would wrinkle up when he wasn't quite sure that to say.

Sometimes I liked wondering how he would respond to all of this.

I think actually he would just follow around with me, only caring that we were together. It seemed that's how he handled most situations, as long as he had my back and he had mine we would be fine.

What would dad think of this?

What a pointless question that was. How the hell was I supposed to know something like that? I couldn't even think what dad's favorite color was! I didn't even know who my own father was, all I knew was a playboy who I would stand next to sometimes in front of cameras.

I'm not saying Tony Stark was a bad father but… well he never really did fit in being a parent into his very busy schedule of being a party animal, or a smart ass, or a playboy. At least I could name his favorite alcoholic drink.

But then a couple years ago he changed his ways, he became Iron Man. But the damage had already been done to our relationship. I took comfort that I was at least being ignored for something a bit more worthwhile than party.

I wonder how they were handling it, my death that is. I hope they're okay, dad barely survived mom's death. Hopefully JARVIS will help him through it at least. I hope nobody blamed themselves.

It made the choice to endanger myself, and I was glade to do it. I just hope it wasn't for nothing.

I shook myself from those thoughts, as there was no point to dwell on that kind of stuff not now.

Instead I held up the orb flipping it around in my hand. Since I had first come into contact with it I had felt this familiar, almost hum that came from it. A certain level of energy that was both foreign and extremely familiar. But what on earth could it be? What was in this stupid little orb and why did everyone want it so badly?