Guardians of the Galaxy 2

Three

Peter's POV

What? Did he just say my father... Is in jail? Haha. Just kidding, it doesn't surprise me. I mean, look at me. You have to get this much bad ass from somewhere. Everyone looks at me like I just heard the worst possible thing.

"What?" I ask. All eyes stay on me still. Then Yondu speaks...

"PLAABAAHAHAHA, I was joking! He's not in the Kyln. He's on Xandar!" All in the room chastise him for thinking this was a joke.

"Wait, if my dad was on Xandar this while time, why hasn't he reached out to me?" Anger and pain swell inside me as I continue, "HE HAS HAD PLENTY OF OPPORTUNITIES TO!" With that, I storm out of the area. My confusion and hurt swirls around me and I forget what I am doing until I wind up in the bilge room. Tears sting at the back of my eyes. But I swipe them away.

         I sit in silence for a while. I don't think anyone will find me. This is ridiculous, I cant just hide from my problems. But now I wish I could just see her face. My mother, whom I had rejected her grasp. It haunts me in my sleep but even then I have someone to shoo it away, Gamora. Footsteps sound down into the room. What might you be down here for, Peter Quill?" Drax's voice echoes. He was not the I expected to see first.

         "Thinking about what I should do about this situation." I say, finally coming back to reality.

        "What situation is that?" He asks, crouching on his toes.

         "The situation where, I finally know where my father is after most of my life and he clearly has heard of me. I mean, I did save the planet he lived on this whole time!" We sat in silence for a minute until I jump up. "Alright time to fix this." Leaving the room, I bump into Rocket and he says, "Dude, where have you been? Everyone's looking for you."

          "Did Yondu leave?" I ask, moving quickly through the Milano.

          "Yeah. Barely a minute ago. What's up with you man?"

         "Nothing, I am going to find my father. I can track him using a species locator. Nova Core told me he was something ancient. Maybe he will be the only one who it cant identify."

          "You know, that might be..." He started hopefully," the craziest plan IVE EVER HEARD!"

Once the engine roared, down came Gamora. She looked confused. "Peter! What's going on?" She said looking around discombobulated.

"We are gonna see good Ol' Dad!" I said fake excitedly. The ship lurks into motion as my crewmates sit down and buckle up. Xandar isn't that far from Knowhere. We will be there in twenty minutes I bet.

{21 minutes later} heehee...

Milano lands on the Xandarian landing pad with great ease. I am fast to get out of the ship. The species locator finds several odd species but all are identified. Maybe I need some help.

"We have one non-recognizable species on Xandar. In the Galilean Quadrant." Nova Prime states.

"Thank you Nova Prime, Nova Core." I say in a hurry. That helps. Good thing the landing pad is in Galilean Quadrant. Now the species locator can pick it up. It beeps like crazy when it lands on this man, Middle Aged; probably mid fourties to mid fifties. With blue hair, no wrinkles, dark blue eyes, and a confidence to his step. The resemblance is- is- not there. No way. I didn't look like my mother, and I definitely don't look like him. Gamora comes up behind me. "Woah is that him? You two have a striking resemblance!" She says in a daze. So it must be him. Just then Gamora obtained a sickly green face. Just kidding she is green all of the time. But she did look sick. Her feet moved to the nearest trash can. She was throwing up. I rushed over and gathered up her hair. Once the up chucking stopped I asked her, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah it must have been all of the Milano's rapid movement, I'll be fine, really." Rocket walked by and gave her a funny look. "So that's Papa Quill huh?" He says obnoxiously. I groan and we walk over to the man that apparently looks like me.

"There anything I can help you with fellas?" He says charmingly. Dang it, one more quality that I have. Charm.

"Um, yeah. What is your name?" I ask fumbling.

He gets a bit hostile, "Who wants to know?"

"Well. I do. I'm Peter, Peter Quill."

"I know who you are Peter. I just needed to be sure of myself. It's really y-" he gets cut off by mist fist intercepting with his jaw. "Peter!" Gamora gasps out when she comes near.

"I'm sorry but that's for not ever finding me." I spat out at him, "Come on guys, let's leave. He doesn't deserve our forgiveness."