Guardians of the Galaxy One-shots and Preferences

Pilot's License-Peter Quill

I've been thinking about the universe of Guardians of the Galaxy and wondered if people in this galaxy are required to have some kind of universal pilot's license in order to fly ships. Which got me thinking, since Peter was raised by the Ravagers, did he ever get obtain a license.

So, for my one-shot, the Guardians get stopped by the local police and it turns out Peter doesn't have a pilot license so he gets cited and is required to take a course in piloting so he can get that license. The reader is his instructor who I kinda based off the shark driving instructor from Spongebob.

One swear word.

This was one awkward situation none of the team had ever expected to be in. All eyes were currently on the one guy who was the reason why they were in this predicament in the first place.

"What?" Peter exasperates, "It's not like I planned for this to happen." "You're an even bigger moron then I thought, you know that, Quill?" Rocket glares. "I am Groot," Groot agrees. "How was I supposed to know you needed a pilot's license to fly a ship of this size?" Peter points out. "You need a license to fly any kind of ship," Drax deadpans. "You've been flying solo for how many years and you never knew you needed a license?" Gamora adds with the same annoyed tone. "I was raised by the Ravagers," Peter defends, "they never said nothing about needing a license to fly throughout space." "I am Groot." Why can't I use that for an excuse?" Peter asks. "Well until you get your ass to pilot school, we're stuck on planet till then," Rocket glares.

"Can't one of you guys fly the ship then so we can get jobs?" Peter points out. "We can't because the cops impounded the ship, Peter, remember?" Mantis brings up, "and since it's registered in your name, you're the only one who can get it out."

When the Guardians landed on the planet, Peter had it placed in what was actually a no-landing zone, which resulted in the local law enforcement to tow and impound the ship, leaving them with nothing more than a parking citation. When Peter went to the local DSS (department of space ships which is I think is the equivalent of the DMV), and after waiting in line for a couple hours, the lady behind the desk asked to see his pilot's license and registration. Peter had the registration...but he didn't have a license. He didn't even know he ever actually needed one.

So long story short, Peter has to go to pilot's school for four weeks and pass the pilot's exam so he can get his license and get his ship out of the impound lot, much to the dismay and annoyance of the rest of the Guardians.

"Well if we're gonna be hear for the next four week, we better get start looking for odd jobs so we can still make money while Captain I-don't-have-a-license goes to pilot school," Rocket says. "I saw a pamphlet asking for jugglers a child's birthday," Drax says, "I am proficient with such talents, especially with flaming knives." The others look at Drax strangely, "what, he said 'odd' jobs, that looks odd to me."
"Don't worry," Peter assures with confidence, "These four weeks are gonna fly by before you even know it. I've been flying ships ever since I got abducted by the Ravagers. I'll have no problem acing that exam."

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First day of pilot's school, Peter entered the classroom, cool as a cucumber. He thought he'd have no problem acing this course and the final exam. It was a little off-putting though that he was probably the oldest one in the class, as the average age of the other students was around 16 or 17.
But when he learned the instructor for this class was a woman around his age, Peter felt maybe he could get in good graces and earn said instructor's favor with some sweet talking. The ole' Star Lord charm that never fails.
Oh, how wrong the man was.

The doors to the classroom open wide and in walks you, the instructor, dressed almost militaristic. "Hello, maggots," you greet, "Welcome to pilot's school. Your original instructor was laid off due to low success rates for students. I will be your new instructor, Master Chief (y/l/d). Let me be the first to say that no one has ever failed my class...that's lived through it." Peter's eyes widen, having an idea the Star Lord charm wouldn't be helping him out of this situation anytime soon.