far and away | quill

twenty

NOTE: "Finn" has been changed to "James." (I didn't like the whole 'Finn and Quinn' thing lol)

A different ship.

James's ship had character, that's for sure.

She'd been in it plenty of times, but never chose to. It had a funky smell and it was olive green on the inside, the cockpit was shag carpet and the tables were fake wood.

She knew everyone must have been silently questioning why he kept the original motif, but there was no time to waste.

It was then James came into view. She was shocked, she was stunned. He stood tall as everyone's eyes went to his right leg.

It was a metal prosthetic.

"Jamey, what happened?"

"Some guys were trying to steal from the merc vault and I tried to stop them. I succeeded, but they blew my leg off before they made the getaway," he chuckled lightly. "Hell, who needs two legs?"

"James," she groaned. "You've got to be careful."

"You're not the only one that gets to save the day," he protested.

"Not saving it," she protested as James and Peter made their way to the cockpit. "Just trying to buy more time."

"Where exactly are we going?" He asked Peter as they sat in the cockpit.

"To find the Collector."

"Any idea where he might be?"

"Not the least."

"So what's the plan?" James was getting irritated with the round discussion. They sat, James as pilot and Peter as co-pilot.

"We find his daughter," Gamora blurted.

"He has a daughter?" Quinn inquired. Gamora had sat on the step that joined the cockpit and the corridor. Quinn made her way over and sat next to her.

"Yeah," Peter said as they took off.

"What was the deal with the nosy servant, again?" Gamora asked knowingly.

"She was snooping around and he had things he didn't want her to find-"

"Like a daughter."

"Ah, I see," Quinn connected the dots.

James cracked a grin, he'd always liked how she thought out loud. He ran a hand on the prosthetic; half to make sure it was still there and half expecting his flesh one to replace it.

"Where is the daughter?" James asked. They reached the end of the atmosphere, finally exiting the Collector's planet.

"With Ronan," she stated numbly.

"Your dad?"

"Adopted dad," Gamora corrected Quinn.

"Ironic, huh? The daughter wants to steal and use another daughter from a father who stole her from another father..."

"More like confusing," Peter glanced at Quinn, instantly regretting it because he had to hold himself back from a double take.

"What isn't with us, though?" Quinn said.