The pink from your blushing cheeks fades as you drag Nebula to the next room and join Gamora. She instantly notices the change in your mood and smiles brightly. "I take it you are no longer angry with Quill?" she hums, assisting you in tightening Nebula's restraints.

"I guess I don't even have a right to be upset with him. I think it just hurt seeing him talk to the High Priestess in the way I want him to talk to me, you know?"

"Y/N, Quill may have been crazy about lots of women in the past, but it appears that since he has met you, he only cares about one."

You glance at her and lightly grin. "You think so?"

"I know so solely based on the way he looks at you. He only wants to be with you, Y/N, and I truly believe you two will get there. Please do not blame him for a misunderstanding."

"Yeah, I know. I guess I kind of said that I forgave him so I think he knows we're okay," you state. You think back to how he mentioned he's changing his ways and truly does only want you. Maybe everything is going to be okay and he will be yours in no time.

"I'm hungry. Hand me some of that Yaro root," Nebula spits at the two of you, interrupting your thoughts.

"No, it's not ripe yet," Gamora replies, gripping Nebula's tied wrists. She attaches her to a bar that hangs from the ceiling so she can't walk about the Milano. "...and we hate you." You snicker quietly, a simple way of agreeing with your sister.

"You hate me? You left me there while you stole that stone for yourself. And yet here you stand, a hero. I will be free of these shackles soon enough, and I will kill you. I swear."

You turn to Nebula, looking her dead in the eyes. "There is no way in hell you're coming close to killing either one of us. You're gonna live out the rest of your days in prison on Xandar," you reply.

Gamora smirks. "...wishing you could." Nebula growls in response but some sirens going off in the ship avert your attention. You and Gamora start heading for the flight deck when you feel Nebula struggle against her restraints. Turning to face her, you see a hint of sadness and regret in her eyes. It breaks your heart.

"Do you truly hate me?"

"I loved you like a sister for the majority of my childhood," you tell her honestly. "I can be snarky and rude to prove a point. I can lock you up in my ship and take you to prison. But, I could never hate you. You're family to me."

Nebula sighs. "I tried to kill you."

"As Peter would say, you're hardly the first person to try and do that to me," you laugh calmly. "If I hated everyone in the galaxy who made an attempt to kill me...I think I'd be wasting a lot of time and energy on unnecessary negativity. Don't you think?"

Nebula remains silent. You know she's considering your words, letting the true feelings alter her hatred and anger. However, you know she won't change anytime soon. Someday you hope she finds the courage and strength to become the person she deserves to be. She's so much better than this life, yet you can't tell her that. She could be manipulating you. You hope she never stoops to that level.

"Gamora doesn't hate you either," you add, heading to the flight deck. "You hurt her, though, so she would never tell you that."

"This is weird, we got a Sovereign fleet approachin' from the rear," Peter says, sitting his pilot's seat beside Rocket. He fiddles with the buttons in confusion.

"Why would they do that?" Gamora questions as the both of you take your seats and buckle in.

"Probably because Rocket stole some of their batteries," Drax answers. Everyone turns to the raccoon in frustration.

"Dude!" he hollers.

"Right. He didn't steal some of those," Drax mumbles awkwardly, trying to cover up the fact he just ratted out Rocket. "I don't know why they're after us, what a mystery this is."

Several shots are fired at the Milano and Peter steers away from them. He continues trying to avoid their attack but they keep up and follow you. "What were you thinking?" Peter angrily asks.

"Dude, they were really easy to steal!"

"That's your defense?" Gamora vocalizes.

"For fuck's sake, Rocket," you mutter.

"Come on! You saw how that High Priestess talked down to us. Now I'm teaching her a lesson!"

You chuckle at his words. "I mean he's not wrong, she was a bitch," you agree with Rocket. There is a point to his motive as Ayesha clearly flirted with Peter, spoke rudely to you, and then knocked Peter down with her insults only moments later. "Maybe Rocket had a right to steal those batteries."

"Thank you, Y/N," Rocket says. "I'm glad someone agrees with my motives."

"I didn't realize your motivation was altruism," Peter retorts as he reels the Milano away from the firing ships. "It's really a shame the Sovereign's mistaking your intentions and are trying to kill us."

"Exactly!"

"I was bein' sarcastic!"

"Oh, no! You're supposed to use a sarcastic voice! Now I look foolish!" Rocket mocks. You ruffle the fur on top of Rocket's head as you snicker along with his joke. That raccoon never fails to make you laugh.

Peter glances between you and Rocket. "The two of you get along too well."

"That's because she's a much better humie than you, Star-Fuck."

"Come on, man," Peter pleads angrily. "Don't butcher the outlaw name."

"It's a stupid name," Rocket retorts.

"Can we put the bickering on hold until after we survive this massive space battle?" Gamora says. She focuses on the screen in between your two seats and searches for a location to escape to. You assist her.

"More incoming!" Peter shouts.

"Good," Rocket responds. "I wanna kill some guys." He shoots at the Sovereign ships while he screams in rage. It's easy to tell he enjoys doing shit like this. You don't blame him.

"I hate to break it to you but you're not actually killing anyone, furball," you explain. "All of those ships are remotely piloted. It's like they're playing a video game."

"A what?" The entire team asks in unison.

You and Peter laugh, sharing a look. "You wouldn't get it," he says. A shot hits the Milano, rocking everyone in their seats. "What's the nearest habitable planet?"

You stare at the screen and pull up a map of the planet. "It's called Berhert."

"How many jumps?"

"Only one," Gamora answers. "But the access point is forty-seven clicks away, and you have to go through that quantum asteroid field."

Peter turns toward the asteroid field and Drax gasps. "Quill, to make it through that you'd have to be the greatest pilot in the universe."

He smirks slyly, wrapping his hand around the steer with more pressure. "Lucky for us, I..."

"I am," Rocket cuts him off, taking the piloting into his own hands and shutting Peter down. He quickly takes back his power. "What are you doing?"

"I've been flyin' this rig since I was ten years old."

Rocket takes it back as the ship begins to struggle, going back and forth between the two pilots. "I was cybernetically engineered to pilot a spacecraft."

"You were cybernetically engineered to be a douchebag!" Peter snaps.

"Stop it!" you yell, but they both ignore you as they fight for steering rights.

"Later on tonight, you're gonna be laying down, and there's gonna be something squishy in your pillowcase. You're gonna be like, 'what's this?' and it's gonna be because I put a turd in there!" Rocket conveys.

"You put your turd in my bed and I shave you."

"Oh, it won't be my turd. It'll be Drax's."

Drax guffaws loudly. "I have famously huge turds!"

You cringe at their disgusting banter. These are the men that are hired to save the galaxy again and again. Gamora scoffs. "We're about to die, and this is what we're discussing?"

"Thank you, Gamora! You guys are being gross when you should be focused on getting us the hell out of here!"

Peter and Rocket continue to ignore your remarks. They mumble obscenities under their breath, going back and forth between piloting while also trying to avoid asteroids and shots from the Sovereign ships. Eventually, the Milano is hit and the entire back part of the ship is blown off. The six of you struggle against the harsh winds and toss baby Groot around until he is safely secured on your shoulder. You gently pat him on the head, easing his nerves.

Nebula is thrown up in the air and then slammed back onto the hard ground once Peter finds a way to cover the hole. "Idiots!" she yells in anguish.

Rocket smiles. "Well, that's what you get when Quill flies." Gamora chucks an object at him. "Ow!"

"We still have a Sovereign craft behind us," she hisses. You turn around and notice one remaining ship trying to get you.

"Our weapons are down," Peter announces.

"Twenty clicks to the jump!" Gamora says, speeding up the Milano's pace. Drax gets up and puts a spacesuit on. More shots rock the ship. "Fifteen clicks to the jump!"

Drax exits the Milano, floating in space but still attached to the inside. "Die, spaceship!" he yells. He took a gun with him when he jumped and fires at the remaining ship, taking it down.

"Five clicks!" Gamora declares.

A ruckus outside gains your attention and another fleet is on both sides of the ship. "Oh shit," you state, causing Peter to look outside as well.

"Son of a bitch! They went around the field!" He asserts. Everyone looks around the cockpit in awe as the Milano takes one too many blows from the Sovereign ships. The shots begin to crack the windows and dent the walls. You prepare for your doom. But, suddenly, every single ship is blown to bits and you're able to make it through.

"One click!" Gamora shouts.

You approach the jump point and Rocket stares at a large ship outside. "What is that?" he questions.

"Who cares? That's the jump point! Go!" Peter affirms, heading toward your direction of escape.

The ship grows closer as you pass by and you notice a man standing on top of it. "It's a guy," Rocket utters.

You enter Berhert and the Milano goes up in flames. It has no effect on the interior but you're all shaking slightly while the outside is being demolished. You glance down at the screen and see Drax flailing about behind the ship.

"Holy shit! Drax!"

Gamora looks down now too. "He's still out there?" She gets up from her seat and is able to hold onto the ship with one hand and Drax's line in the other. She thrashes and screams as she strives to keep her grasp. You place Groot in her seat kindly as you assist Peter and Rocket in controlling the ship.

"Groot! Put your seatbelt on!" Peter calls behind him, watching the baby eat candies in his seat. He turns his attention back to the front and starts piloting aggressively. "Prepare for a really bad landing!"

As the Milano decks a bunch of trees, cracking the windows with every branch, you can't help but doubt Peter and Rocket's piloting skills. Grabbing the handle in front of you, you take control of the ship. Your two friends look at you with a mix of shock and annoyance as you slowly, smoothly, and gently land the ship onto the ground. Upon hitting the ground, you exhale with a bright smile.

"What the fuck?" Rocket asks with furrowed eyebrows. "You're not allowed to do that!"

Ignoring the rude raccoon, you turn around to find Drax laying in the dirt and laughing. "That was awesome! Yes!" he howls. You're glad he's okay.

Peter swivels around in the pilot's seat, resting his elbows on his knees as he speaks to you. "And just where in the hell do you get off thinkin' you can pilot my ship?" he questions playfully.

"Y/N landed it better than you ever could," Rocket argues. "Although it should've been left up to me. You humies don't know how to do shit."

You unbuckle your seatbelt and stand up, waltzing over to Peter. As you lean in closer to him, you lower your voice. "I guess it just needed a woman's touch."

"The Milano ain't the only thing that needs that, sweetheart," Peter responds with a smirk.

Rocket rolls his eyes as he watches the two of you. "Disgusting."

All of the Guardians exit the ship and gawk at the destroyed Milano. It's nearly ripped to shreds, huge sections of the exterior completely destroyed as several objects from inside are missing. You hope the music system and tapes are safe.

"Look at this! Where is the other half of our ship?" Gamora bellows.

"My ship," Peter corrects.

Gamora ignores his remark and continues to argue. "Clearly, Y/N should be the pilot going forward!"

"I'm seriously starting to doubt the flying skills of this group," you sigh. "I thought you two were supposed to be the best pilots in the galaxy or whatever."

"Y/N is right. Either one of you could have gotten us through that field," Gamora whines. "Perhaps if you had you flown with what's between your ears instead of what's between your legs!" With that, she stomps off in a huff.

"If what's between my legs had a hand on it..." Peter says, gesturing to his hand. "...I guarantee I could've landed this ship with it." You laugh at his comment, causing him to smirk at you proudly. "Yeah, Y/N knows," he states with a wink.

You raise an eyebrow at the handsome man. "Don't flatter yourself, Star-Lord."

"Callin' me that is a form of flattery, darlin'."

"Peter, we could have died today because of your arrogance," Gamora scolds.

"More like because he stole the Anulax batteries!" Peter points at Rocket.

"They're called Harbulary batteries," Drax tries to explain, even though he is wrong.

Peter gives him a dumbfounded stare. "No, they're not!"

"Do you know why I did it, Star-Munch?" Rocket asks. "Hmm?"

"I'm not gonna answer to Star-Munch."

"I did it because I wanted to!"

"Dick," Peter breathes out.

"What are we even talking about this for?" Rocket growls. "We just had a little man save us by blowing up fifty ships!"

"How little?" Drax inquires.

"Well, I don't know..." The raccoon holds his thumb and forefinger together for demonstration. "...like this?"

"A little, one-inch man saved us?" you skeptically question, placing your hands on your hips.

"Well, if he got closer, I'm sure he would be much larger."

"Yeah, that's how eyesight works, you stupid raccoon," Peter jabs.

"Don't call me a raccoon!"

You groan at his obliviousness. "Rocket, you are a raccoon!"

"That's hurtful," Rocket squabbles, kicking at the ground harshly.

"I'm sorry. I took it too far," Peter retracts his previous statement. He turns to you with a simper. "I meant trash panda." You try and hold back a giggle which only makes Peter's smile brighter.

Rocket looks around in confusion. "Is that better?"

"I don't know," Drax shrugs.

"It's worse, it's so much worse." You and Peter snicker.

Rocket jumps toward him menacingly with anger. "You son of a bitch!"

Peter dodges his pounce. "Hey!"

"I've had it with you!"

"No, back up!"

Peter and Rocket bicker as the rest of you notice a ship emerging into the planet's atmosphere. "Someone followed you through the jump point," Nebula warns. You ready your weapons and stand back to back. "Set me free, you'll need my help."

"I'm not a fool, Nebula," Gamora says.

"You are a fool if you deprive yourself a hand in combat."

"Give it a rest, Nebula," you say, nudging an elbow into her side. She growls. "You know better."

"Please," Gamora continues. "You'll attack us the moment I let you go."

"No I won't," she lies terribly.

"You'd think an evil super villain would learn how to properly lie," Peter says, earning another laugh from you to his delight.

"I bet it's the one-inch man!" Drax yelps with glee as the unfamiliar ship approaches.

A giant, white and orange spaceship descends to the ground in front of you. Its doors glide open with ease and an older man steps out with a bug-like lady right behind him. She appears to be cute and kind, yet fear is prominent in her dark eyes. The man's face is glowing and looks youthful for his age. His smile almost reminds you of Peter's, just not nearly as adorable. He saunters toward you and the other Guardians, grinning at Peter. You all watch with caution, ready to attack in a moment's notice.

"After all these years, I've found you," the man reveals.

Peter eyes him up and down, sizing him up in bewilderment. You stand closer to him for reassurance and support. "And who the hell are you?"

"I figured my rugged good looks would make that obvious," he replies, chuckling to himself. He is the only one who laughs. "My name is Ego...and I'm your dad, Peter."

Wait, his what?