After Peter places you gently back on the ground, he deactivates his rocket boots and takes off his mask. You peer at the orb placed in your palm and turn it over, running your fingers along each crevice and inspecting every part of it. While staring at it with great curiosity, the orb is quickly swiped from your loose grip. Your head pops up instantly. Peter plays with it, tossing it between his hands with a mischievous grin.

"What the hell, dude?" you ask playfully, going to reach for it back. He puts an arm up, blocking you from obtaining the orb.

Using his arm to gradually move you away from the orb, he speaks. "Yeah, about this glowin' ball thingy... I'm gonna need it."

You step back from Peter slightly, throwing your hands up in exasperation. "W-what do you mean you're gonna need it? You just helped me retrieve it for myself!" You start to raise your voice at him.

Now, instead of backing away, he saunters over to you, his face only inches from yours. "Well, sweet cheeks, I got it for myself, and you just so happened to be there. Then, I let you play with it for a little while until the bad dudes waltzed in and you helped me escape." He takes a deep breath and looks away. "Not that I needed the help, of course," he mumbles.

"Asshole," you state, giving him a death stare.

Peter takes another step even closer to you. Your stomach turns a bit realizing how little space there is between the two of you. "Now that we're done with those weirdo aliens over there, I'm gonna go take this orb to my buyer and collect some units. That means this where I leave you darlin'..." he whispers, his playboy smirk illuminating his face. "...so if you wanna give me a good-bye kiss..."

You furrow your eyebrows and frown at the man, pushing him away from you. "Cut the shit, Star-Douche!" you shout, making another attempt to get the orb back, failing miserably. He chuckles at you, moving the orb away from your grasp each time you reach for it. Your frustration increases, boiling up inside you until you're about to snap. This only causes Peter to have more fun.

A loud crash echoes through the planet and the two of you freeze. Turning toward the noise, you watch as your ship is being blown to bits. "No. No no no no no!" you yell in pain. You take slow steps over to the sight of the explosion. That was your first ship and your home for many years.

"Fuuuuuck," Peter gasps under his breath, his eyes glued to the ship. He looks over at you, noticing the growing distance. "Whoa!" he screams, gripping your wrist and pulling you back to him. "What do you think you're doin'? You can't go towards an explosion! You're supposed to run away from crazy shit like that!" You ignore his remarks yet remain standing right where you are. You're numb. It's impossible to look away from the bright flames engulfing your ship.

Suddenly, Korath and his men emerge from the flames and fire their guns at you and Peter. Both of you flinch with each shot and back up slowly towards Peter's ship, the Milano.

"Oh shit," he bellows. "We gotta go." He turns to leave but looks back at you, still staring at the ship and trying to avoid the shots coming at you. "Now, Y/N!" Peter shouts, instinctively picking you up and tossing you over his shoulder as he jogs toward the Milano. He forces the two of you through the doors at a quick pace, closing them harshly the second you're both inside.

Peter places you down on the ground, gently, barely checking up on you before sprinting away. You stand there, silent, still thinking about your beloved ship. That damned ship was the place you called home for almost the entirety of your young, adult life. It was the first thing you purchased upon escaping the torture of Thanos. The ship always felt safe, comfortable, and was your escape from reality when the dangers of thievery became too much to bear. Now, it's completely gone.

A frustrated Peter runs wildly around trying to get the Milano up in the air. He sits down in the pilot's seat and levitates his ship above the ground, desperately trying to avoid Korath's attack. The ship shifts left and right as he almost loses control. You grab onto the wall next to you for balance. You fly above a geyser and it slams right into the ship, launching it up into the sky and turning it off. Peter hits the front window and you struggle to hold on as you head for the ceiling. As the ship descends downward at an extremely quick pace, the two of you bump into each other. Peter pins you against the wall instinctively, remaining balance. It's hard to focus on the damage being done to the ship when his hot breath is hitting your face and his eyes have a hint of darkness in them as he holds you in place. As the Milano continues shifting, Peter grabs you and holds you flush against his body. You squirm slightly in his arms due to the movement of the ship and perhaps the idea of being held by a complete stranger over and over again in such a short period of time. He lunges forward and pulls the lever to turn the ship back on, going up once again but much slower. He puts you on the ground where you stumble into the wall. Peter takes his place in the pilot's seat and manages to get a grip on flying after a bumpy ride, at last escaping from Korath.

Once you're calmly floating in space, Peter walks over to you and leans his back up against the wall. He takes a deep breath and beams brightly. That fades fairly quickly once he sees you with your eyes still widened in shock from the image of your destroyed home. You don't know what is more surprising: the fact that your ship is gone forever or the fact that you're starting to crush on a suspicious stranger. He places his warm, comforting hand on your shoulder and leans in to press his forehead against yours. "Hey," he whispers. "I'm sorry about your ship, I really am. But it's only a ship and I promise to get you a new one once I get those units. Until then, you can stay with me on the Milano." He waits for your confirmation. You meet his eyes and nod slowly. "Okay? Does that sound good?" You nod again and your facial expression lightens at the sight of Peter being so nice. You lose yourself in the contrast of green and light brown in his eyes, forgetting all about your ship. Maybe you'd be happier just staying with him forever on the Milano, looking into his infatuating eyes for all of eternity.

"Peter?" a weak, high pitched voice calls out, startling the two of you and causing you to pull away from him. A disheveled, pink woman, most likely from Xandar, peeps her head out from the quarters beneath the ship. She looks between the pair of you, confused and worried. "What happened?"

Peter shifts awkwardly, surveying everything around the girl instead of returning her stare. "Hey....uh....uh. I-" he struggles to remember her name and a soft simper creeps up on your face.

"Bereet," the pink woman answers, clearly unamused.

"Bereet!" Peter hollers. "Look, I'm gonna be totally honest with you. I forgot you were here."

You snicker as Bereet has a look of disbelief on her face. At first, you feel a pang of jealousy. The feeling quickly subsides as you shut it down in your head. All you know about Peter is that he's a flirtatious ravager who steals orbs and fights bad guys. Of course, there are going to be several women in his life and you are disappointed in yourself for not recognizing his womanizer qualities sooner. It's probably best to avoid getting involved with such a man.

Bereet leaves the space from under the ship and goes to clean herself up a bit. You and Peter sit down at a table in the kitchen area, turning on the TV. The newscasters on the television discuss the riots breaking out amongst the Kree empire. The men you just escaped from were Kree people, following Ronan's orders. This is the same Ronan and Kree emperor you and Gamora are planning on betraying with this orb that now sits in the middle of the table in front of Peter.

"So..." Peter breaks the silence. "I enjoyed your pop culture references and song choice out there on Morag. It's nice to meet a fellow Terran."

"Likewise," you reply. "I was abducted in '88 with nothing but my trusty walkman here and this bag of stuff." You gesture to your backpack.

Peter lets out a small laugh. "That walkman is pretty cool. I love a gal with good taste in tunes. What's on your tape?"

You open up your backpack and grab four of your tapes. You also open your walkman and retrieve "Y/N's Super Sick Mix Vol. 1″ from inside. Plopping all five down on the table, in order, you look up at Peter. "I have five tapes. They're all my 'super sick' mixes that my family made for me when I was little and lived back on Terra. The first two are some of my parents' favorite songs from the '70s and the other three are songs from the '80s that we all loved."

Peter rests his head on his hand and looks at you with bright eyes. He admires your passion and he loves the way you talk about your music as you begin to list some of the best songs on every tape. Yet, what he loves most is that he has the same songs on his "Awesome Mix" that his own mother had made him. You share the same values and tastes. He isn't used to that. Quite frankly, neither are you.

Whipping out his walkman and placing it on the table, he removes the tape. "See this here?" He asks. "This is my most prized possession. It's my only tape. Similar to you, my mother made it for me back on Terra when I was just a little kid." Peter continuously turns the tape over and over again in his hands, staring down at it with gloomy eyes.

"What songs are on there?" You ask.

"Oh, you know, the coolest stuff from the '70s. Actually, a lot of the music on your tapes are on here, like, all of the classics obviously," he scoffs. But then his expression changes and he appears almost devastated. "My mother... she um," he stops, letting whatever he was about to say fade.

"Did she only make that one tape?" He nods slowly. You give him a soft smile, even though he is still looking down at his hands. "What was she like?"

"Well, she made me this tape shortly after she bought my walkman for me. She was the best." Peter doesn't want to give away his entire life story to you, but some part of him can't help himself. He trusts you after only just meeting you. He wants to tell you; he wants to tell you everything. So, he tries to do just that. "This, um, tape here... and my walkman, of course, were all I had with me when I was picked up from Terra. I was taken shortly after my mother..." he hesitated. "...passed."

You stay quiet for a minute. You think about Peter's words and your heart breaks for him. Watching him fidget with the tape, you place your hand on it gently so he stops moving. He brushes his fingers against yours and you intertwine them. He says nothing but his eyes bore into yours as he smiles weakly. "I'm so sorry Peter."

He likes that he opened up to you and the way you had chosen to comfort him. Neither of you say anything for a while until Bereet enters the room. Upon her entrance, you and Peter pull away from each other again. He stands up and goes over to the television, pretending to listen to whatever is on. Bereet takes a seat in front of a smaller screen that connects to the TV, sipping a drink she picked up from the kitchen counter. "So, Terran, what is your name?" she questions kindly.

"I'm Y/N." You don't know how else to introduce yourself other than give your name. You can't say you're a friend of Peter's after only meeting him a few hours ago and you're unable to explain why you are on his ship without revealing Gamora's plan.

"It is lovely to meet you, Y/N." All of a sudden, the phone rings. "Peter, you have a call," she retorts, reaching to press connect on the small screen in front of her.

"No, wait, don't!" Peter exclaims. But it's too late. A blue man with a fin on his head appears on the screen behind him. Peter closes his eyes and lets out a loud sigh.

"Quill?" The man calls him.

"Hey, Yondu," Peter replies, clearly annoyed.

"I'm here on Morag," Yondu says, looking around him. "Ain't no orb, ain't no you."

"Well, I was in the neighborhood, I thought I'd save you the hassle." He shrugs, his infamous smirk returning.

"Well, where are you at now, boy?" Yondu growls at Peter.

"I feel really bad about this, but I'm not gonna tell you that."

You stand up from the table as the two men continue talking, Bereet still sipping her drink as she watches the heated conversation. You stretch over to the large window at the front of the Milano, staring at the glorious space around you. Based on the area, it appears that you are heading toward Xandar.

After abruptly ending the call, Peter puts a hand on his hip and pinches the bridge of his nose, letting out yet another sigh. "Peter?" He lifts his head to you. "Are we going to Xandar?" you ask curiously.

His goofy attitude returns. "Hell yeah! That's where I'm goin' to sell this stupid orb and get me some units."

A sly grimace creeps up your to lips, knowing exactly who is waiting for you on Xandar. "Perfect."