In 2011 Cassidy Taylor was forced to flee earth with the mother she never knew when the Kree came for her. Three years later she's working for the Nova Corps on Xandar with her mother when her mother is killed in an attack by Ronan's soldiers.
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You'll never get that taste, out of your mouth You'll never the paw prints, out of the hen house now And you can't go back, same way you came Round all the pieces up, but they just don't fit the same White knuckles Maybe it's not so bad So let your hair down now
Peter leapt up and kicked out at the breaking glass, sending shards flying, and swung out of the Watchtower. Feet firmly planted, he reached out to help Cass over the glass, pushing aside how his skin burned under her touch.
Shit, he really needed to get laid. He definitely didn't check out her ass either as she led them cautiously down the hall to where their belongings were stored.
The second they were inside, she went straight for the nearest console, fingers flying deftly across the keys, calling their containers one by one. Peter suspected in another life she could've been a programmer, with how comfortable she seemed.
But he pushed the thought aside and ran to the window, scanning the vast open area on the other side of the glass. Ships of every kind were docked, lining the walls like a damn baseball card collection. All mint condition, worth a fortune if some guard felt particularly vindictive. And greedy.
Off to the left he saw it. His baby.
"There!" he said, pointing toward it. "Get my ship. The Milano. The orange and blue one in the corner!"
When he turned back around he saw Cass giving him a weird look, but she covered it quickly. "Your things, Star Prince," she said grandly as a container dropped into place.
"Star Lord," he corrected out of reflex. He knew she was doing it on purpose. And he intended to correct her every damn time until she got it right.
"Sure, Star Boy."
Peter tossed her a glare over his shoulder, then started going through his things.
Pants, shirt, jacket....
"They crumpled my pants up into a ball!" Rocket groused. "That's rude, they folded yours!"
"Well, maybe you shouldn't have bitten them," Cass scolded him, making Peter grin.
Rocket mocked her tone under his breath as he and Groot followed Drax out the door, in the direction of the ship.
Boots.
Boosters.
Helmet.
Orb. Very important. More units than he'd seen in his life.
"The orb's there," Gamora bit out. "Let's go!"
"No," he muttered, still searching. "Wait, wait, wait...."
Cass appeared at his side, a frown pulling at the corners of her mouth. "What's wrong?"
