Peter Quill Imagines

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Peter looked down at the stack of letters he had been writing for (Y/N). He felt nervous, guilty even for returning after all these years. He hadn't purposely left, he was abducted. He isn't even sure if she remembers him. Was it possible?

To (Y/N) August 1989

The oldest letter in the stack, written the year after he was taken. It explained what his life was like now. Telling her about his first year in space. Asking her what it was like in 4th grade. Apologizing for being gone. Promising to see her as soon as he could. An 'I love you always' sloppily written at the bottom as he rushed to finish it.

To (Y/N) October 1990

10 year old Peter wished her a happy halloween, asking her what's popular on Earth. The ramblings of a child excited about being gifted his very own spaceship. He made it a point to tell her it was named after Alyssa Milano. He told her all about Yondu and the ravagers.

He wrote to her at least once a year. His handwriting slowly improved as he aged. He smiled down at the aged stacks of paper, thinking back fondly to his childhood. Peter shuffled through the letters, quickly glancing at the dates on each of them.

To (Y/N) May 2006

To (Y/N) July 2012

To (Y/N) August 2014

To (Y/N) November 2014

He paused on that one. November 2014. He wrote about his relationship with Gamora. He wrote about how he met his biological father, who just happened to be a planet. He wrote about the death of said father, and the death of the father that actually raised him. Yondu.

To (Y/N) April 2023

The most recent one. He'd written it after they'd all returned. He wrote about the death of Gamora. He wrote about battling Thanos on Titan. He wrote about being back on Earth, about the massive battle in New York. He wrote about Tony Stark's private funeral. He wrote about wanting to see her.

Peter organized the letters back in the original order. He'd asked Pepper for help, giving her what information he had on his childhood friend in hopes of tracking her down. Pepper had come through with plenty of information. (Y/N) actually lived in New York. She worked from home in IT. She was single. She had survived the blip. He was just down the street from her apartment, nerves taking over as he looked in the direction of her home. He took a deep breath, and continued down the street. Peter chewed on his lip as he knocked on her door. A faint 'Just a minute!' could be heard from the otherside, and at that moment, it took everything in him not to run away.

The door opened. "Hi, can I help you?" She spoke, his blood running cold and his throat felt tight.

"You're totally not going to believe this, but it's me, (Y/N)." Peter rushed, causing her to raise her eyebrow. "I'm back. I-I'm Peter. Peter Quill from Missouri."

"This isn't funny. I don't know how you know about my connection to him-" She started, but Peter was quick to cut her off.

"When you were in kindergarten, you got in trouble for having a pocket of worms. I got in trouble with you because I ate one of them in class. Nastiest taste in the world, but it amused you." He chuckled, running his fingers over the envelopes. "If that didn't convince you, I remember the huge crush you had on Mark Hamill after we watched Star Wars. I bullied you for ages about it."

"Peter.." She whispered, hand coming to cover her mouth. Tears welled up in her eyes as she stared at him. "It's been 35 years, where the fuck have you been?"

Peter stuck the worn pile of envelopes out in front of him. "Funny enough, these probably explain it better than I could. I wrote to you frequently. I'm gonna be completely honest, I wasn't even sure if I was ever coming back. I was convinced I was wasting time, but y'know all the funky shit that happened kinda forced me back."

(Y/N) took them and flicked through the pile. "I never stopped looking for you. When they said you disappeared, I went looking everywhere we'd gone. I thought you'd just run away, but rumors began that maybe you'd died and I just.. I knew you weren't dead." Her eyes met his face and she smiled. "I've missed you, dumbass."

Peter stepped forward, wrapping his arms tightly around her as they stood there in an embrace. "I'm sorry for leaving, and again, you won't believe this but I've got a pretty insane reputation in space."

The woman pulled away and raised her eyebrow at him. "What? Peter.. You mean outer space right? Like up there?" She asked him, pointing up at the sky. He nodded, a childish grin plastered on his face.

"Ask me about my reputation."

"I'm afraid to know." She sighed.

"C'mon." He cooed, swaying them slightly. "You know you're curious."

"What's your reputation, Peter?"

He looked down at her with his signature smirk. "On Terra, I'm just little old Peter Quill. A boring, apparently presumed dead, nobody. In space, I'm the legendary outlaw turned hero of the galaxy known as Star-Lord, lover to all." He winked, making (Y/N) roll her eyes.

"Lover to all, huh? How many alien STDs do you have?" She laughed as he groaned. "Do aliens have STDs?"

"I don't have any that I know of, and I'm assuming they do. I don't just go around asking aliens if they do or not!" He replied, as his childhood friend doubled over with laughter. "I missed hearing you laugh."

"I missed you, Peter. It's nice to have you back, even if it's temporary." She huffed, looking up at him. "I don't know how long you're staying, if you are, but would you like to have dinner with me? I want a chance to properly catch up with you."

"Are you asking me on a date?"

"Never in a million years, space boy." She spoke, stepping aside and motioning him in. "C'mon, I make a mean ass pot of chili and I'm assuming you haven't had any in ages."

Peter happily stepped inside, shrugging off his coat and tossing in on the closest chair. He looked around her apartment, the walls covered with photos from her life and movie posters he didn't recognize. A photo of him and her on Halloween hung beside a framed drawing he'd made for her back before he was abducted.

"Hey, (YN), what the hell is Revenge of the Sith? And why do you have a big ass poster of it?"