Such a Perfect Day

It was perfect...

Peter wasn't even there when it happened, and if he was being honest with himself, he didn't really want to be there when Thor plunged his new weapon Stormbreaker into the heart of the mad Titan who had put his girl through twenty years of sufferi-

Okay, now that he thinks about it, that would have been quite the spectacle to witness that psycho grape with the weird ass chin get everything that he deserves. He just meant that it happened on Earth,and he wanted to go back when he could have time to take in the fact that he was, once again, standing on the planet where his mother was killed by his freaky celestial father ("oh god my family issues" he thinks to himself).

He also didn't want to be there for the minuscule reason that Thor was maybe a bit more muscular and powerful and attractive than him. Rocket was wrong, he wasn't fat (although he certainly wasn't "a pirate who had a baby with an angel" which were Drax's words). Peter had eventually managed to get past the fact that Gamora found him very attractive, and that's only because they might never meet again, and also the fact that Gamora just came back from the dead, and he was just thankful that he got to hold her again.

If he was being honest with himself, he hadn't really processed the news that Gamora was dead because he just never pictured it happening, which Peter reminds himself is probably a good thing, as he doesn't ever want to see her die or get hurt in any way. He loves her too much to be able to watch her suffer. When he found out, there were a few tears, and then he was numb, which he guessed was his brain's way of protecting him because it knew that he couldn't function without the kickass Zen-Whoberei warrior. He suddenly made a mental note to thank Dr Strange and Captain Marvel, who used the soul and time stones to bring her back. They also brought him back technically, but he didn't really care whether he lived or died, just as long as Gam was safe.

The great StarLord was thinking about all of this as he sat idly on a bank facing away from the Avengers compound, having a moment to himself, something he hadn't been able to do in years. Not because of Thanos and Ronan and crapbags like that, but because he lives on a cramped ship with five other people. When he thinks of those people, his family, a sense of calm washes over him every time as he remembers that they are safe and happy and probably screwing around somewhere with the Avengers, Earth's mightiest heroes who are now admired by all of the guardians. And now that he sees the butter yellow sun slowly turn the sky to a peach hue, he notices that he has been here for hours, and he only just realizes how much his eyelids are fighting to close.

Time for sleep, thank god.

"Oh, man..." Peter mutters to himself through gritted teeth as he stretches out his legs for the first time since sitting down. It was probably a bad idea to stay there for so long. The others are probably wondering where he is anyway. As he turns to go back to his and Gamora's bunk on the top floor of the compound, he takes one last glance back to the peaceful countryside that he finds himself yearning for again even when he has his back turned for the slightest moment. "You'll have more opportunities, Pete." He'd forgotten how much he has been talking to himself lately, as he starts the steady walk back inside.

As well as his drooping eyelids, Peter's stomach was also growling and trying to get attention. He figured that it made sense since hasn't eaten in about three days, and decides to head to the kitchen for something to eat. When he gets to the futuristic, marble white room stocked full of Terran foods, he encounters none of the Avengers, which was odd because, well, this was their home, right? Peter was just eager to get to bed so he just made a quick sandwich (which didn't taste half bad, Peter being the chef that he is). He just closed the door of the refrigerator and turned to the staircase when small but familiar footsteps were approaching him, and he pivoted to meet their owner.

"Where t'hell you been all this damn time? We checked in ur bunk, but Gam just screamed at us to get out." Rocket slurred lazily, with teenage Groot standing lazily behind him who followed up with a quiet "I am Groot." Peter quickly gathered that this meant "I really couldn't care less." He didn't blame Groot though. Groot knew there wasn't any danger and it's in a teenagers nature to not give a rat's ass about anything.