She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
And if I stare too long,
I'd probably break down and cry
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"Y/N, that was so cool," Peter exclaims as we sit in the bedrooms. I strip off my suit and change into yoga pants and a Stark Industries t-shirt, rolling my shoulders as I release the feeling of my uncomfortable suit off of my body. "How did you make those... energy ball things?"
"I don't really know," I admit. "I've made them before in training with Wanda, but they fizzled out. And when I finally got them, like when they were finally real, tangible things, I didn't know I could throw them. Like, I can do that shooting blue stuff, right? I didn't know I can shoot the energy balls as well." Peter stares at me while I chatter away, tying my hair up into a ponytail. I turn towards him, noticing his thoughtful expression. "What?"
"Okay, I'm gonna propose something that's a little bit out there, but just follow me on it."
"...Okay."
"What if Quill's your dad?" My body freezes as the words escape Peter's lips. Half of me wants to fight back, to come up with reasons why Quill couldn't be my father, but Peter has a point. A really, really good point.
"Keep talking," I say, moving closer to him.
"Well, okay, you guys have a very similar set of powers, right? He showed you how to do that thing. He's been to Earth, he's from Earth, but he's an alien, like you. He's old enough to be your Dad. You guys have the same smile. Plus, you have a connection. I mean, you guys get along really, really well."
"We have the same smile?" I ask, and Peter nods. "But... wouldn't Quill be a little young to be my dad? He would have been... like, what, twenty? Twenty one?" Peter shrugs.
"You never know, Y/N. I mean, it makes sense to me. I mean, I don't know if it's totally one hundred percent confirmed, but... the similarities are there." Peter says, and I nod, having to agree. My heart hurts a little bit, sad that the adventure and the mystery is over but relieved I finally have my answer.
"So... what now?" I ask after a moment of thoughtful silence.
"Well, you could tell Quill your theory, or wait on it a little bit. If you tell him now, we could get home earlier, which would be sort of nice, but you could always wait, test the waters, see what you're thinking. It's really up to you. Or you don't even have to tell him ever."
"No," I say quickly. "I want him to know. I want a relationship with my dad." The words roll awkwardly off of my tongue, strange and foreign. Peter nods, placing a hand on mine. He squeezes it gently. "But I don't know how to tell him. I mean, Quill and I have a nice bond, Peter, but I wouldn't ever consider it the bond of a father and a daughter."
"Well that's because you didn't know he was your father." Peter says. "He was treating you like a friend, not his kid."
"His kid," I repeat, still not used to the phrase. "But is telling him going to make it awkward?" I ask, turning to face Peter. "Like, how do I even tell him? 'Hey, Quill, you know how we're in space to find my father? Turns out it's you.'"
"It's probably him," Peter corrects. "Take it with a grain of salt."
I nod. "Right. You're right."
"Of course I am," He teases. "But seriously, whatever you want to do, I'm here for you." He says, and I smile.
"I love you, Peter Parker."
"I love you, too."
•—•—•
"Hey," Quill says, acknowledging my presence as I walk into the cockpit.
"Hi," I say quietly, unsure of how to act around him with the newfound information I've been given. He raises an eyebrow at me.
"Why are you acting weird?" He asks, and my eyes widen.
Play it cool.
"I'm not," I insist.
"You're really quiet." He continues.
"Yeah," Rocket agrees. "You haven't even said anything about how Drax is wearing your goggles like a bracelet." I turn to Drax in frustration, spotting the goggles hanging loosely around his wrist.
"Drax!" I exclaim. Drax shrugs as I pull it off of him, holding my goggles tightly in my hands.
"Where's Peter?" Quill asks.
"Showering," I supply. "I just came to see how far we are from Xandar."
"We'll be there in an hour. Two, tops. And we'll probably stay there for a day or two, if that's okay." He says.
"Oh, yeah, totally," I nod. "I don't mind stopping. I mean, space travel is great, but I'd like to have my legs on the actual ground for more than a few hours every day or so." Quill laughs.
"You don't mind stopping?" He asks. "Won't it put you off track to find your dad?" I wave my hand as nonchalantly as possible.
"It's totally fine. Totally." I say, and Quill gives me a look again.
"Are you stoned right now?" He asks. "If the answer is yes, can I join you?"
"No!" I exclaim. "I'm not high. I'm totally fine. Totally normal."
"You've used the word 'totally' four times in a minute." Rocket points out.
"I promise I'm fine." I say. "Let's just get to wherever it is we need to be before the ship crashes."
"Agreed," Rocket says, turning in his chair.
"You know, for someone who hides their identity from the public, you sure are a terrible liar." Quill says, and I roll my eyes.
"Just pay attention to steering, please," I instruct, and Quill shrugs with a grin.
"Whatever you say," He says, and I sigh, collapsing into a seat nearby. I study him as he talks to Rocket, chattering away about some place I've never heard of. Could this man really be my father?
I guess there's only one way to find out.
(A/N: Thank you guys for so many reads on Prophet! It has been a super incredible journey and I hope you guys are enjoying this story as well <3)
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