Interlude Peter Quill
Peter Quill was holding tightly a strange stick with a glowing orange stone. The stick that changed his life. The strange purple planet changed everything in his life. The past seemed to reappear, even though he tried to dismiss it.
His mom's smile and her story about dad.
He had to focus on something else. He studied this strange artifact in detail. He could feel something vibrating from it. His face was hidden behind a mask. And it was good that it was so.
He was ashamed of the tears that fell from his eyes.
Mother and father.
Mom in a hospital bed.
The last time he saw her.
He didn't want to take her hand.
She was talking about his father.
Unknown father.
The face of the Yondu who kidnapped him.
Plus lots of treasures that burdened his ship.
He was richer than a Yondu now! He could start a new life. On some luxurious planet with a sumptuous multi-story house and throwing parties every day. It would be a nice life. No worries, just alcohol, music and beautiful women. In one moment, his whole life changed. From just only pawn of Yondu, he became one of the richest people in this part of the galaxy. He was someone! It mattered! Everyone would have to respect him for that amount of money.
However, the orange stone reminded him that he might finally find out the truth about his father.
Back to Earth. Were his grandparents still alive? He hasn't seen them in years. They may have been dead as well, but a shadow of hope appeared in his heart. The last time he saw them was as a boy. He was so stupid then. Maybe they are alive. Maybe they're waiting for him.
The last time he saw them was in the hospital. Grandpa looked after him and Grandma held my mother's hand.
Asgardian God.
Asgard, the Golden Kingdom.
Peter had never been there, but he heard a little and was shocked that the myths he was taught in school were true. Asgard was the real kingdom and Odin was its king. Thor and Loki were princes. Thus ended his knowledge of Asgard. Sometimes you came across an Asgardian in space. He was usually muscular, ready to drink and tell stories of the size of Asgard, which was of course the best of all planets.
Peter boarded his ship and flew. He tossed the stick on the pile of rich Kree Empire fabrics. And he headed home.
Home.
He shouldn't go back there.
And yet he had to.
This planet only brought him pain.
Nevertheless, he could visit her grave. He put headphones over his ears. His mom's songs. Songs that gave him strength every day.
Come and get your love
Come and get your love
Come and get your love
Come and get your love
Hail (Hail), what's the matter with your head, yeah
Hail (Hail), what's the matter with your mind and your sign
Hail (Hail), nothin' the matter with your head
Baby find it, come on and find it
Hail, with it, baby, 'cause you're fine
And you're mine, and you look so divine
Come and get your love
Come and get your love
Come and get your love
Come and get your love
His mother's image flashed before his eyes. A bit blurry. A bit out of focus. However, it was his mother. With a smile like the most beautiful model in the world and golden curls that swirled around her like a hundred butterflies.
"Remember that every cloud has a silver lining," his mother said.
"But Mom, it doesn't make sense. Clouds are made of water," little Peter was saying to her. Mom gently stroked his cheek. They both lay on the grass and watched the clouds flow by. Peter and his mother loved making up stories about them back then.
"When you get older I will give you Milton's poem to read. Then you will understand. What I said means that even in bad events good can be found," his mother replied.
"How can you find anything good about George laughing at me because I don't have a dad?" Peter asked.
"You have a dad. George doesn't know anything. Your dad is in the stars. Always remember that," Mum kissed his forehead.
Every cloud has a silver lining. His mom was wrong. There was nothing good about her death. There was only pain. Pain that haunted him to this day.
The Yondu was probably looking for him already.
However, he had to go to Earth.
Find out the truth.
But first he had to get out of here. Peter set his ship on course for Earth. It took a while, however. During this time, Peter managed to tidy up a little inside. Sort your treasures a bit. However, as he approached the cosmic sphere of Yggdrasil, something stopped him. Something golden. Some weird barrier. He couldn't get through this!
He heard a strange male voice in his head.
"Another intruder. The All-Father will not be pleased. Who are you? I sense a Midgard aura in you, and yet you have little in common with other Midgardians," a male voice said.
"I am Peter Quill. As a child, I was kidnapped from Earth. I am from America. Who am I talking to?" Peter was saying. At the same time, he was trying to come up with some kind of trick or fraud. However, Yondu never prepared him for this!
"I am Heimdall, Guardian of Asgard. Better go there quickly. You are the son of Midgard. The Allfather is busy now," replied the voice. Suddenly his ship was engulfed by air of Earth. His ship was in some city. He barely had time to brake so as not to destroy the way beneath him. He landed sensitively on one of the buildings with a large S. It was newly renovated. Admittedly, the landing was a bit crooked and some plaster went off, but overall it wasn't bad. Peter looked down.
People screamed.
And they kept some little devices. Probably for filming. The earth was developing rapidly indeed.
Confused, Peter watched the technological progress. He did not think the Earth would be so advanced so quickly.
Suddenly, a helicopter appeared from the sky.
A black man with a blindfold in a black coat jumped out of him.
"I thought pirates had long gone out of style," replied Peter. The man snorted and pulled out his gun.
"Who are you and what are you doing on my planet?" the stranger asked, pointing his gun at Peter. Peter raised his hands but was prepared to attack.
"I'm Star Lord and you better remember that name," Peter replied, and without warning he fired one of the Yondu's ball smoke screens. There is much bad to say about Yondu, but not that he can't have great ideas. Peter immediately ran to the ship. He was going to go home. Check on his grandparents and visit his mother's grave. And then find that god from Asgard. And then squeeze the ugly face, truth about his father out of it.
"Behind him" shouted the stranger. A ship flew behind him, which had some primitive masking technique. However, Peter has robbed better than this.
Peter flew, and with a few maneuvers, he quickly left the chase behind him.
His mother's voice was in his head.
My beloved Star Lord.