Guardians of the Galaxy (Peter Quill x Reader)

Chapter Three

After Peter places you gently back on the ground, he deactivates his rocket boots and takes off his mask. You peer at the orb placed in your palm and turn it over, running your fingers along each crevice and inspecting every part of it. While staring at it with great curiosity, the orb is quickly swiped from your loose grip. Your head pops up instantly. Peter plays with it, tossing it between his hands with a mischievous grin.

"What the hell, dude?" you ask playfully, going to reach for it back. He puts an arm up, blocking you from obtaining the orb.

Using his arm to gradually move you away from the orb, he speaks. "Yeah, about this glowin' ball thingy... I'm gonna need it."

You step back from Peter slightly, throwing your hands up in exasperation. "W-what do you mean you're gonna need it? You just helped me retrieve it for myself!" You start to raise your voice at him.

Now, instead of backing away, he saunters over to you, his face only inches from yours. "Well, sweet cheeks, I got it for myself, and you just so happened to be there. Then, I let you play with it for a little while until the bad dudes waltzed in and you helped me escape." He takes a deep breath and looks away. "Not that I needed the help, of course," he mumbles.

"Asshole," you state, giving him a death stare.

Peter takes another step even closer to you. Your stomach turns a bit realizing how little space there is between the two of you. "Now that we're done with those weirdo aliens over there, I'm gonna go take this orb to my buyer and collect some units. That means this where I leave you darlin'..." he whispers, his playboy smirk illuminating his face. "...so if you wanna give me a good-bye kiss..."

You furrow your eyebrows and frown at the man, pushing him away from you. "Cut the shit, Star-Douche!" you shout, making another attempt to get the orb back, failing miserably. He chuckles at you, moving the orb away from your grasp each time you reach for it. Your frustration increases, boiling up inside you until you're about to snap. This only causes Peter to have more fun.

A loud crash echoes through the planet and the two of you freeze. Turning toward the noise, you watch as your ship is being blown to bits. "No. No no no no no!" you yell in pain. You take slow steps over to the sight of the explosion. That was your first ship and your home for many years.

"Fuuuuuck," Peter gasps under his breath, his eyes glued to the ship. He looks over at you, noticing the growing distance. "Whoa!" he screams, gripping your wrist and pulling you back to him. "What do you think you're doin'? You can't go towards an explosion! You're supposed to run away from crazy shit like that!" You ignore his remarks yet remain standing right where you are. You're numb. It's impossible to look away from the bright flames engulfing your ship.

Suddenly, Korath and his men emerge from the flames and fire their guns at you and Peter. Both of you flinch with each shot and back up slowly towards Peter's ship, the Milano.

"Oh shit," he bellows. "We gotta go." He turns to leave but looks back at you, still staring at the ship and trying to avoid the shots coming at you. "Now, Y/N!" Peter shouts, instinctively picking you up and tossing you over his shoulder as he jogs toward the Milano. He forces the two of you through the doors at a quick pace, closing them harshly the second you're both inside.

Peter places you down on the ground, gently, barely checking up on you before sprinting away. You stand there, silent, still thinking about your beloved ship. That damned ship was the place you called home for almost the entirety of your young, adult life. It was the first thing you purchased upon escaping the torture of Thanos. The ship always felt safe, comfortable, and was your escape from reality when the dangers of thievery became too much to bear. Now, it's completely gone.