As Yondu watched, Peter hit the button and the mask built itself around his hands, but once it was revealed, it was easy to see it was in pieces. Yondu looked down to see Peter playing with the controller for his mask. Peter didn’t laugh, but he gave him the stink eye which was a step in the right direction. “I’m pretty sure if I’m supposed to tell you not to hit people, that ship sailed a good fifteen years back.” Yondu swept his jacket back and sunk onto his haunches. His knuckles stood out in white from where he was clutching what was in his hand. “I’m fine now.” Peter said, staring down at his feet. Despite all his best efforts, sometime between deciding not to turn Peter over to Ego and when Peter stole his first ship and set out on his own like the Ravager Yondu wanted him to be, Peter carved out a hole in Yondu’s chest, sharing the space with his heart and his scars. Somewhere along the line that had changed. For as long as he could remember, he’d been all for himself with no room left for anyone else. A strong instinct rose up in Yondu, something he didn’t quite understand himself. He looked so still and small, like he was falling in on himself. ![]() When he heard Yondu, Peter looked up and then his eyes slid away. ![]() He was holding something small in his hands, fiddling with the sharp edges. When Yondu found Peter, he was sitting in the loading bay, feet tucked under him.
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