“so i ate it. i’m not sure what else i could have done. my teeth were the only things sharp enough to cut into the meat of it.”

               ❛   yondu threatened to eat me again if we don't do this right,   ❜          she tells peter as she sits in the seat next to him. she's not the best copilot. peter has her practice sometimes on their off time---but she’s still new to this life. new to alien technology. 

                despite peter being more than capable of flying the milano on his own, the inhuman does offer to help. she might have chosen a life with peter on complete foreign territory, but she does pull her weight where she can. 

               the inhuman doesn’t know what she was thinking. can’t fathom why she thought a doctor on another planet would tell her else wise. she can feel the depression trying to rip at her seams. feels it starting to seek out ever corner and crevice. 

               her body curls forward, hands cupping, a temporary hiding spot for her face. mia’s body heals, and heals, and heals, but it betrays her. there are two things the latina’s wants purged from her body---a scar that disfigures two inches of her sternum and the syndrome that leaves her barren.

               “ – don’t talk to me. i got no dinner now ‘cause of you!! “