To Catch a Thief | Peter Quill

Part 7

After telling Gamora about your suspicions, she wanted you to tail him to see if he was hiding anything. She warned you to be careful because she didn't want you to get hurt. You appreciated her kind gesture, but Peter would never hurt you. He was one of your best friends except what if your suspicions turned out to be true.

Peter's work schedule took some time to learn, but once you knew it you couldn't forget it. He worked weekends and a few days during the week, but he picked up extra shifts when his coworkers asked him. His work days usually lead him to sleep in until noon, which meant you got to sleep in, too.

Almost like clockwork, you could hear him groaning and grunting through your wall waking up. All of a sudden your phone vibrated with a text from the man in question.

Peter: Again, sorry for leaving you on your birthday. That was a real dick thing to do and I feel bad about it. I still have your present, so when you take a break from your cop duties ;) let me know.

Y/N: I understand things happen. I am busy at work for the next few days :( but I will tell you when I need to binge watch some TV

Peter: :))))

After Peter woke up, you followed him to his gym and watched him from across the street. You wore a hat and sunglasses as a disguise to help you blend in and keep your face hidden. You also brought a backpack as a prop to make it appear as if you were a student waiting for the bus. You went unnoticed and once he returned to his apartment things stayed pretty quiet until he went to work for the evening.

By the fourth day of tailing him, you could pinpoint where he'd be and when. It was like clockwork. You showed up to his next destination and a few minutes later he would appear. He had his routine and it was simple: wake up at around eleven, go to the cafe down the block for a late breakfast, and eat in the park. Then, go workout for a few hours by either running or heading to the gym. In the evenings, he stayed in his apartment alone doing who knows what or he picked up extra shifts.

Over the course of these days, Peter texted you asking about your day and how work was. This led to short yet long conversations, but you couldn't keep the smile off your face every time his name lit up your screen. As the days passed, you were growing less suspicious of him, and it made you realize, he might have nothing to do with this at all.

On the fifth day, Peter turns on his music and you groaned still laying face down in bed. This never happened. You always woke up before him. Picking up your phone by your pillow you read 730 AM. Seriously, we just went to bed at 4 AM! How was he even functioning on three hours of sleep? He turned the volume up on his stereo and started to sing along. You smiled to yourself as you heard his shower turn on.

"How I would love to be in that shower?" You mumbled into your pillow. "Damn it, get your shit together, girl. He is a fucking suspect" You rolled out of bed and got dressed to make it appear as if you're going to work. You tried to wipe off the exhausted look on your face but no matter what you did you still looked drained. You stepped out into the hallway once you heard Peter's door close.

"You look rough, sweetheart," Peter quipped, locking his door.

"Good morning to you too, Peter," You scoffed, eyeing him up and down. He was wearing a dark blue denim button up with his sleeves rolled up halfway showing off his attractive forearm line. And if that wasn't enough he was wearing khaki jeans that fit him in all the right places. "And you look handsome as per usual." The only other time you've seen him this dressed up was when he took you out on your birthday, so wherever he was going it had to be good.

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"Where are you off to looking this good? Hot date?" You asked, wiggling your eyebrows as you both walked to the elevator.