Summary: It all started with one idiot who got in a lucky shot and ended up with Quill hauling Yonduâs useless carcass to safety, not that he was grateful or anything though. (Prompt day three: Yellow, Secret, Despair, Family, Reunion)
 So I started this for @yonduweek for day three but couldnât finish it. I will finish it up and post it later this week but I decided to post what I have for now. Its super short, I know, but I have a lot planned for it and yeah every part of that prompt is going to be in this fic and its gonna be angst, just pure angst.
It all started with one idiot getting in one lucky shot, one shot was all it took. Peter Quill unfortunately, had just been the only one around when someone finally got in that lucky shot that took Yondu Udonta by surprise. Â
 Backing up a bit in our story, it had truly begun when Yondu had declared he needed a night away from his crew of imbeciles. Taking one good side glance towards his ward in the middle of nearly stabbing his own hand playing a moronic game with a crowd of morons cheering him on, he declared Peter needed a night away as well. Â
 A nervous Kraglin had followed them to the M Ship, asking several times if they needed back up and each time Yondu declined. In hindsight, a bad move. A very bad move for Peter in particular who would have to drag a half dead Yondu farther then his scrawny fourteen-year-old body would prove capable of but thatâs getting ahead of the story again. Â
 âItâs a dangerous planet to go off alone on,â Kraglin had insisted firmly and Peter had rolled his eyes turning up the volume of his Walkman making it clear he did not choose to be here, he wanted to go back to his crawl space in the vent, the only place he could ever find privacy. Â
 âWeâll be fine, we run into trouble and Pete knows how to at least hold his blaster now,â Yondu grunted out annoyed yanking Peterâs head sets down and giving him his worst glare showing off his teeth as he snarled out, âDonât ya, Petey?â
 Peter yanked himself away from Yondu glaring back and marching onto the ship done with being threatened for the evening, he wasnât a child anymore, Yondu held no sway over him.
 âEver since he hit adolescence, he been having that damn attitude,â Kraglin bemoaned to Yondu, âHeâs out growing the vents, just leave âim down there.â
 Peterâs lips began to thin and he turned away from them slumping in the co pilot seat, that was the hot topic of the century anymore, whether or not Peter was out growing his purpose on the ship.
 âHe keeps giving me lip anâ I may leave his ass on his own this time,â Yondu said as he often said. Peter would have chopped it up to just being talk but Yondu was so dead serios about everything he wouldnât be surprised if he found himself homeless by night fall, stuck on a gambling planet. Â
 Quill had long since accepted he had no control over his life, whatever happened would happen and there was no point fighting it. He slid his head sets on and slumped deeper into his seat ignoring Yondu as he sat next to him in the pilot seat.
 Yondu smacked him upside the head, yanked his head sets down again and snared for him to sit right, he was acting navigator.
 Peter hated being Yonduâs copilot, it always meant being chewed out for doing what Yondu told him to do but somehow not to Yonduâs liking. Â
 âStop hitting the damn keys so hard,â Yondu sneered swatting Peterâs hand away and keying in the coordinates himself.
 Peter rolled his eyes and growled loudly, slumping into his seat once more, this trip was going to be a disaster. For any other teenager in this large and vast galaxy, that might have been an over exaggeration but for Peter Jason Quill, it was always without fail true.
