Seer || Peter Parker x Reader

8 || Friends in Low Places

'Cause I've got friends in low places

Where the whiskey drowns

And the beer chases our blues away

And I'll be okay

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"This is a weird planet," I remark as we travel to the bar Quill was referring to. Peter stands behind me, holding onto my shoulders as we navigate the crowded city. Aliens of all different races surround us, making crass noises and shouting at us as we pass. 

"I have to agree with the young one," Thor booms, standing taller than most people around us, who stare at our unusual group. Peter grabs my hand, by my side now, and I see the hair on his arm stand up. I frown at him, concerned. 

"You okay, babe?" I ask, looking at his arm. He nods, but I can tell he's nervous. 

"Spidey-senses are acting up." He replies, and my frown deepens. 

"Is something bad going to happen?" I ask, and he shakes his head. 

"There's just a lot going on right now." He says softly, and I give his hand a squeeze. He smiles at my reassurance. 

"This way," Rocket motions for us to follow him in one of the more dingy looking bars and we do so. I stick as close as I can to Peter. The inside of the bar is even grosser than the outside - crowded with people sloshing drinks all over the already wet floor. 

"I don't know why, but I have an off feeling about this." Gamora mutters as we continue watching. 

"Maybe it's because you decided leaving Nebula and Loki on my ship together with no supervision." Quill responds. 

"My sister has proved herself to be trustworthy, Quill." Gamora retorts, her voice icy. 

"You have an off feeling because this is Paramatar. The whole planet is an off feeling." Rocket snaps, and we follow him to a back room where people play some other-worldly card game. The room is quite smoky, and the laughter dies as we walk in. 

"My God." One man says, staring at Rocket and Groot who stand towards the front of the group. 

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Rocket Raccoon." The man at the head of the table says. He's hardest to see since the lighting is much dimmer in the corner, but as he leans forward into the light, I can see his face a little clearer, and the cunning and creepy smile he wears. 

"Sanden." Rocket responds, his tone bored.

"Thought I'd never see you here again," He says, dropping a card down. 

"Yeah, well, I need a favor." Rocket says uncomfortably.  

"I should call the Collector on you." The man - Sanden, apparently - says, ignoring Rocket's statement. He continues shuffling through his cards. 

"I need the location of a ship." Rocket continues. "And I'll pay." Sanden's eye's flick up, suddenly interested. Peter and I share a look. 

"What ship?" He responds. 

"One holding a Skrull. Goes by the name Talos." Rocket says, and Sanden purses his lips. 

"I'll do the job," Sanden agrees, and Rocket grins, "If you give me her." Sanden's eyes lock with mine and my heart pangs nervously in my chest. 

"W-what?" Rocket asks, thrown off guard. Sanden places a card down casually. 

"I'll do the job if you give me the girl." He says simply, and I can feel the panic rising in my throat. 

"We can't do that," Peter says harshly to Quill, who nods, already agreeing. 

"That's a no can do." Quill intervenes. 

"Quill, I've got this." Rocket says firmly, holding up a hand. "Yeah, that's a no can do." 

"No girl, no deal." Sanden says. Peter grabs my hand. 

"Why do you want her?" Gamora asks. 

"There's something about her," Sanden says, and his eyes travel to Quill. "Him, too." Quill looks taken aback, and we share a look of surprise and confusion. 

"We need that information." Rocket says. 

"I need the girl." He replies quickly. 

"I'll do it." I say. "I'll go with him." Everyone turns towards me. 

"Y/N, no." Peter says, his eyes full of fear. I take a deep breath, nodding. 

"I will go with him." I say again, more confidently. 

"Are you out of your mind?" Gamora hisses. 

"I've got this." I assure her, but she looks horrified still. "I'll go with you," I say louder, towards Sanden, "But only if you give us the information we're looking for first." Sanden smiles. 

"Here are the coordinates," Sanden says, sliding a tracker making subtle beeping noises across the table to Rocket, who picks it up greedily. 

"Y/N," Peter whispers, his eyes wide. He looks truly frightened. "What are you doing?" 

"You're coming with me," Sanden says, standing up and grabbing me.

"A deal is a deal." I agree, looking at everyone, who give me horrified (and confused looks). With my back towards Sanden, I wink at them. "You guys should head back to the ship," I suggest. "It'll make the goodbye easier." Everyone shuffles out of the room, Peter giving me one more concerned glance. 

"Good." Sanden says when they're all gone. "Now let's get out of here." 

"Yeah," I agree. "What a wonderful idea." Before we can continue, I twist around, kicking him in the groin and breaking free of his grasp. The other men at the table bound towards me, but I use the table to pin them against the wall, allowing myself time to escape into the crowded bar. 

"Where did she go?" One man cries. 

"Find her!" Sanden shouts, his voice louder than the rest. I push through the crowd, making my way out of the bar, losing myself in the crowds to avoid being caught. I tear through the streets, retracing my steps back to the Milano, knowing very well they wouldn't leave without me. It finally comes into view and I sigh of relief, continuing to run, my legs beginning to ache from the activity. 

"Y/N!" Peter cries, running out to meet me. He wraps me in a hug but I pull away quickly. 

"They're right behind me!" I shout, and he rushes me onto the ship as Sanden and his men reach the Milano. 

"Y/N, what the hell were you thinking?" Quill asks as I enter the cockpit. 

"Thank God you're okay." Gamora says, shaking her head. "But that was stupid idea." 

"They're right behind us," I say, out of breath. Peter puts his hand on my back, trying to calm me down. "We have to go." 

"How did you get away?" Peter asks, and I shrug as the ship moves forward. 

"I kicked him." I say. "Sometimes you don't need powers." 

"Right. 'Cause guys have nuts and you can kick them there." Quill says, earning an odd look from all of us in the room. "Is that not what you were saying? Sorry, I misread that." A pinging noise hits the side of the Milano and I look down to see Sanden and his men shooting at us. 

"Okay, we have to go, Quill!" Rocket shouts, and I watch as Quill shoots the Milano upwards. 

"Next stop," Quill announces, "Talos's ship!" 

(A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I just started school and it is crazy hectic so until I get really adjusted to my new schedule it may be sort of spotty updates, sorry! Hope you are all enjoying this story and thank you for 7K reads on Prophet!)