The Milano, 2014- Soda's POV
Bereet's probably sick of our shenanigans by now. I have no clue how or why she's still here. I guess Peter just has rizz in a weird way.
In truth, Bereet put up with us for a month, which was a pretty good amount of time. My brother's an idiot. Maybe she was an idiot too. Maybe that's why she was still here.
I looked over to Peter and saw him messing with something on our holoscreen before Bereet jerked me out of my thoughts.
"Peter, Soda, you have call," she said.
"Wait no don't do that-" I started to say, but it was too late. She had already answered it. It was Yondu.
"Quills?" Yondu's voice comes from the other side of the holoscreen.
"Well son of a Spider-Man, if it isn't my favorite blue guy!" I said with fake enthusiasm.
"Hey Yondu," Peter said.
Maybe he didn't notice?
"I'm here on Morag. Ain't no orb, ain't no you, ain't no ankle-biter," Yondu said to Peter.
He noticed.
"We were in the neighborhood! Thought we'd save you the hassle," Peter said.
"And where are you two now, boy?" Yondu asked Peter.
"I feel really bad about this, but I'm not gonna tell you that." Peter responded.
"I slaved putting this deal together-"
"Slaved? Making a few calls is not 'slaved'," I cut him off. He ignored me.
"And you two are gonna rip me off? We don't do that to each other. We're Ravagers! We've got a code!"
"Bro. Dude. Homie. Man. That code is 'steal from everybody'."
"NOT FROM ME!"
"Everybody includes you, my guy."
"ANKLE-BITER! Don't you-" Yondu started before I hung up on him. Peter chuckled slightly.
"What?" I asked him.
"For a kid, you've got a lot of sass," he said.
"You just figured that out?"
"Shut your mouth," he said, half kidding. I stuck my tongue out at him, and he did the same.
"So we're going to Xandar?" I asked.
"Mhm. Selling the orb," he said.
"Bet. I'm gonna go draw."
"Ok, see ya," he said. I went to my room on the ship, pulled out my sketchbook, played some music (Yellow by Coldplay), and started sketching. I had a weird feeling that something was about to happen. Not something bad, just something. I didn't know what. But I couldn't shake the feeling our lives were about to change in one way or another. I did my best to ignore it and just started sketching. Nothing could possibly happen now, right?
