Chapter 2
"Peter!" Yondu yelled from somewhere below deck, probably in the boarding port of the ravager ship. Peter scurried down to him, it didn't take long to find him. Peter had spent the last four years learning every crevice of this ship, he had even found a small bay, more like an empty space probably used to hide contraband that Yondu hadn't noticed when he stole the ship all those years ago. Peter decked out his little space, calling it his 'hideout' (he thought it sounded cool). It was accessed through the floor of the pantry in the kitchen. The floor opens to a little space only about 2ft by 2ft, but that's just a decoy. Hidden under the floor of that space was a ladder that leads to the hideout. All of that means one thing, it's a miracle that Peter had gotten a couch, three blasters, and various other objects Yondu has been looking for for months down there without anyone noticing. It's practically impossible but hey, Peter was King of the impossible. That whole impossibility thing was the whole reason Yondu had called him down.
"What's up, Yondu," Peter said, trotting in front of him, a smaller ship behind Yondu being filled up with fuel. It was the ship Yondu regularly used on missions that required more stealth or just random adventures that required fewer men. Peter was really hoping it was the former, he had only been on little trips. Catch some guy, steal more fuel, get groceries. It's not fun, but Peter was 12 now! He could handle a big mission, Yondu said it himself 'you're skinny, good for thieving'. But maybe Yondu was lying since he had yet to take him on a mission that requires any thieving, only point and shoots.
"My boy, I need a bit of a hand on the next one," He said, placing a hand on his shoulder, Kraglin watching the whole thing, "There's a vault, one with walls that none of my boys can crack. You thinking' you can bust it down?" Yondu was asking, but he was already loading Peter into the ship and tossing some spare supplies in. Everyone in the crew had a healthy respect for a hungry Quill, ever since that incident with 'Peter's special freezer' being unplugged, and they choose to avoid that to the best of their ability. So more supplied where added.
"I can crack It, let's go-" Peter looked back at Yondu, quirking an eyebrow and crossing his arms in that odd manner only a kid could do, "You said I can't use my powers,"
"This is an exception, kid," Yondu said, patting him on the head as they boarded the ship, "Only use them in emergencies, or if I tell ya you can. If word gets out I think it might be a bit more difficult for us to get around," Peter nodded than ran up to the co-pilot's seat. With a glance from Kraglin, he trotted out of the seat and into one of the back rooms that had the best views of the stars.
Time for his first mission
After the first one, each mission came more often. Most of them were actually utilizing his natural thieving skill, a few had required a hand from his kagune. At the age of 15 Yondu had given him a bit more leash. Letting him choose which missions he partook in, even starting a few of his own (with the addition of a few trusted crew members). One of those missions led to him acquiring a ship he named the Milano that he stole from a very uptight criminal. Peter loved that ship like a baby, forgoing his usual time spent in the hideout for his ship. When he was 20 his ship was one of the best ships in the reachable galaxy if he did say so himself. It even had a second 'special cooler' filled with various alien meats. All of them perfectly organized by color in terms of taste. Naming the packets 'Kree bicep' might have been off-putting to any toll booth inspector to happen by. He was actually quite proud of his spectrum of meats, he was like a ghoul chef. It was almost impossible to find an alien he hadn't yet sampled, but there was still more galaxy he hadn't seen and he was excited to see the rest of it. So he kept thieving
At 25 and 2/5 he had run into a bit of a snag. That snag being some idiot not telling the crew Yondu had set up that the fricken building was being monitored by the Nova Corps! What were the million units in weaponry worth if a third of the ravager team got caught doing it. That was what Peter was thinking as the platoon of Nova corps approached. He was running out of options. He and his comrades had been forced to drop their weapons. Handcuffs were approaching quickly. A life behind bars, starving to death, was approaching quickly. This was an emergency. There was only one thing he could do.
His eyes turned back, all the ravagers around him pailing at the site and leaning away. They had all seen portions of the carnage he could do and they weren't too keen on getting in the away.
Within a minute 30 Nova corps officers where dead. On the good side, Peter got to figure out what a new alien species tasted like. For the record, Xandarians tasted slightly sweet.
On the bad side, a bounty of about 100k units was now on Peter's head along with a picture of his appearance being sent out across the whole entire Andromeda Galaxy.
After another five years, his taste for treasure and blood had become well-known throughout both most intergalactic police force and the underbelly of the space. His name was whispered in fear or awe. Officers were trained on how to detain him and cells where made in some of the larger prisons just in case after his first escape. After that, another 100k was added to the bounty and it kept growing. Yondu gave him a clap on the back each time units where added, telling him someday he might reach the million Units Yondu has if he got lucky. Peter would laugh and say someday he'd double it.