To Catch a Thief | Peter Quill

Part 10

Gamora sat beside you in the interrogation room helping Peter finish the last few touches of his arrangement, which guaranteed his mother safety and him being pardoned for any crimes he committed. Yondu thought it was best to give Peter something in this deal since he was the only one coming forward with information. With one last signature from him, Gamora left the room.

On the surface, Peter appeared calm and relaxed but underneath he had to be a little worried. He reached for the styrofoam cup filled with coffee and took a sip as you begin your questioning. "Now that everything's squared away, I want to know how you managed to pass the polygraph test even though you were guilty."

"Out of everything that's what you want to know?" The corner of his mouth turned up not being able to hide his amusement.

"To start, call me intrigued. Mantis is one of the best polygraphers in the country and she wants to know how you pulled it off." You crossed your arms across your chest and leaned back in your chair.

"The short answer, I got good at believing my own lies."

"That's it?" A smirk spread across Peters' lips and he nodded. You didn't believe him but decided to let it slide for now. "Why don't you start from the beginning?" You leaned forward grabbing your favorite black pen and tilted the yellow notepad ready to write down any important details.

"Before I begin, I should tell you about my father J'son Quill. He was the infamous Ego." Peter paused, expecting a reaction out of you but you gave him nothing. "He was apart of Thanos' crew along with The Collector, but back then he went by Taneleer Tivan. Thanos taught my father and Taneleer everything they needed to know about thieving, and they became unstoppable. After Thanos went into retirement, Taneleer formed his own gang called The Collector and his Trinkets."

"Did Ego help form this crew?"

"No, my dad didn't like having big responsibilities, which included me," Peter breathed. "He only started to come into the picture around the time I turned eight, but when he came to visit it wasn't your usually father-son bonding time. We didn't play catch or hit a ball around, instead, he trained me how to be the perfect thief. I was basically my father's protege."

"What did your mother think of this?"

"She had no idea it was going on. My dad wanted me to keep it a secret because he wanted it to be a surprise for her, so I kept my mouth shut. But, she found out and man was she pissed," Peter explained, his eyes growing big at the memory. "My mom told him to stop because she didn't want me to be part of that life. He promised he would, but he was never good at following through with his promises."

"How long would you say he trained you for? Did he take you on any jobs with him?"

Peter stayed quiet for a moment thinking it over. "I would say about two years. As for the jobs, my dad kept them small. He'd take me to gas stations or mechanic shops, where there was an unsupervised register. Sometimes we would walk down a street or in a park, and he taught me how to pickpocket," he mentioned, scratching the scruff on his face. "I guess, there's only one big job I helped him with. He showed up at my school out of the blue after being gone for about a month. He told me I was ready for the big leagues. It was exciting, but I was a stupid little kid willing to do anything to get my father's attention."

"What was the job?"

"I'll get there. Anyways, my dad took me to this abandoned warehouse outside the city. I didn't know anything about the plan, but my father gave me an earpiece and ordered me to crawl through the ventilation system. He told me what way to go until I reached a small office. I looked behind one of the paintings, and that's when I found the safe. My dad read me the code while I punched it in and it popped open. I grabbed the box inside, but before I could get away the lights turned on. Turns out the warehouse we were robbing belonged to The Collector."