Guardians Of The Galaxy One Shots

Breathe

Title: Breathe
Author: ren (renegadewriter)
Rating: General Audiences
Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: Gen
Fandom: Guardians of the Galaxy (2014)
Relationships: Peter Quill & TeamFriendship - Relationship
Characters: Peter QuillRocket RaccoonGroot (Marvel), Drax the Destroyer, Gamora (Marvel)
Additional Tags: Prompt Fill Community: guardian_kink, Hurt Peter, Protective Team, Slightly Insecure Peter
Summary: Peter has asthma. The team don't know about this until he suddenly has a severe attack in the middle of a battle. To make matters worse, they don't know what it is in the first place or how to make him better.

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Quill had never been too hyped bout his weakness. Yondu had given him hell for it. Called him faulty and broken, but had still helped him overcome the worst episodes. When the whole thing with the guardians happened it was a miracle his lungs had cooperated. Either he was too distracted to even think about having an attack or it was just one of those weeks.

Whatever it was, it sort of slipped from his mind after they flew off into the Xandarian sunset and roamed the galaxy in search of adventures (which conveniently included bounties and even payment from the Nova Corps).

Three months into their new found camaraderie, it hit. And it hit bad.

Their villain of the week was no one important. But he had numbers and he had fire power, which made the whole thing just annoying. They were fighting next to the ruins of his hideout, Rocket having tested out a new bomb he'd made (which Peter had given him grief for because, "Stop dismantling my baby you ass!"), and had sent the whole thing tumbling down.

There weren't that many goons left, not with the five of them in top condition. But that was the issue. Quill, suddenly, wasn't in top condition.

Rocket was being his trigger happy self just to the side of Quill, Groot roaring his war cry and providing cover for the smaller guardian. Peter, on the other hand, had been content to keep the goons off Gamora and Drax's back, who were fighting hand to hand a block away, taking on up to three opponents at the time.

That's when he felt it.

It was a small ache at the beginning, and he mostly ignored it. He threw himself to the side to avoid being hit. The fall had left him winded for a second, and when he tried to inhale some oxygen, he couldn't.

'Oh no no no no no, not now not in front of them!' He thought desperately.

He tried to suck in some oxygen, but his chest constricted painfully, his lungs sucking at doing their job and simply not allowing any oxygen in. Quill turned on his front, the position alleviating the sense of pressure if only minimally. He clawed at the ground, at his chest and throat. He could feel his lungs spasming but they refused to relax and let air in.

"Quill!?" Rocket had seen the blaster fire heading in Peter's direction, but assumed the half-terran had dodged. When he didn't catch movement in his periphery he took a moment to look. Not seeing Quill he cursed and scampered over the debris, freezing at the sight.

'No, not Rocket, he'll never let me live this down.'

Part of him didn't want the others to see him like this. He didn't want this group of bad ass and strong people to see his so vulnerable and fragile. The other part of him just wanted to breathe.

"Shit! Drax! Gamora!" Rocket yelled at them, immediately running to Quill's side. Groot, being tall enough that he just needed to take a step to see the terran's deteriorating condition, let out a distressed moan and quickly followed Rocket.