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To Infinity And Beyond (Star Lord SI): CH002
🕑 Added 2025-10-10 17:42:52 +0000 UTC-CHAPTER 2-
-PETER QUILL POV-
When the bright light dimmed and my vision came back, I was no longer on the ground and neither was I in the air.
Instead, I was in a dingy, dirty and smelly yet futuristic room with walls made of rusting metal with visible wiring and piping all over the place and a light level too low for space standards- seeing as most interiors in spaceships were exceptionally bright.
But the most noticeable of all… There were other people here.
Before I had even the time to come to terms with the universe I was now stuck in and try to remember more about it, I was yanked up to my feet as soon as I landed by two pairs of arms. Turning my head left, I recoiled back as I saw a guy with fours eyes, yellow skin, no nose and of all things a bright green Mohawk staring at me.
As the other guy on my right tugged at me my gaze went to him, only to be even more shocked.
Is that a worm for that guy’s face?! What the heck?! Then I realized they were taking me even more deeper inside the ship and-
I kicked my feet in the air as I struggled in their grip, yelling out at them. “Let me go you wackos! And send me back from where you took me!”
The yellow skinned guy chortles out a laughter besides me saying something in a language that I didn’t understand, as he tugs me towards him- giving me the perfect opportunity. “I don’t get that you fuckwit moron! AND I SAID LET ME GO!”
I kicked the guy in his nuts- thankfully they were bipedal and had similar body types to humans -as he lets me go and a silent pained scream escapes his mouth, then not wasting any time I poke him in his eyes- he had enough to spare –and as he yowls out in pain a metallic glint catches my eyes and I yank out the gun from the leather holster on his hip.
BAM!
-Which I proceeded in using to knock the guy out with a hit to the top of his head with the handle.
All of it had just taken place in a few seconds and the other guy didn’t have time to react before I was pointing the gun straight at his face with my hand on the trigger- the guns were similar in shape and design too… this is really strange, you would expect aliens to develop technology differently.
Thankfully, I had grew up in good ol’ US of A and had a former veteran military general for a grandfather- one who had a impressive collection of antique guns in his basement that he secretly let me play around with – so I knew how to use a gun- if only one from the Word War 2.
Still this should be similar enough. I looked at guy’s human eyes- it is weird that this guy has a worm head yet human eyes but who was I to judge? After all I was a firm believer of equality.
Back to the point, I pointed the gun at him and said slowly with a threatening tone. “Okay worm guy, hands where I can see ‘em!”
Yet as his eyes flickers towards me in clear understanding he still moves his hand toward the holster on his hip.
Pew!
-a blast of energy fires from the blaster in my hand and instantly buries itself a few inches from the side of the worm guys head. Okay, this is some Star Wars shit right here. And there was practically no recoil either! If I was in any other situation I would have grinned like a loon at having a full on energy blaster for myself but since the circumstance were dire I did not have the luxury to ponder on those things.
My voice took a deeper edge as I looked at straight into this guy’s eyes with unnatural intensity brought to me by my rebirth. “I won’t say it again pal. Hands where I can see ‘em.”
The guy visibly gulps in fear as he shakily brings both his hands up. Okay, so he can at least understand me. I had started getting flashes of memories that the inhabitants of the galaxy in this universe did somehow know how to speak English but I was unsure if it would’ve translated to real life. I can think of those things later. After I have escaped this place and gotten home.
The thought of Grandad make me feel twinge of pain and guilt. He must so worried right now, he had just lost grandma a few months ago and today he just lost his daughter… To make it worse his only living relative, me, was now kidnapped by aliens.
I grit my teeth as I focused. No, I’ll get back then everything will be fine.
“Since you can clearly understand. I’m going to have to order you to take me back to where you took me from.” The guy starts intensely sweating and shaking. Before he shakes his head in a panicked ‘no’. I frowned intensely thumbing the trigger of the blaster. “You don’t have a choice in this pal.” I point back towards where they hefted me up from. “Just move back the ship and take me back to where I come from. No one has to get hurt here.”
And once more the guy shakes his head in denial. I frown deeply, rage simmering beneath my surface as the lights starts flickering around us. Must be something bad with the wiring, this ship doesn’t look like it’s been maintained well.
“You think I’m not serious?” I glare at him. “You don’t think I can’t just kill you and find someone else to follow my orders?”
Staring straight at the barrel of my gun, the guy finally breaks down as tears start pooling in his eyes- I feel a flash of guilt but I quickly burry it deep down, these people were kidnappers and murderers I could and should not hold any mercy for them.
Yet just as the guy begins to nod the wall behind him moves up in a flash- no, not a wall! It was a door!
“Yo, Linguini you got the brat? The cap’n was asking for him-” Says a gruff voice as he comes into my vision. An older human looking male, with shaggy dreaded hair and a goatee. Wearing the same red leather garbs that the other two of my kidnappers had been wearing.
The worm guy’s eyes widen in hope, our gaze still locked on each other as he jerks backwards towards his new compatriot and my expression darkens.
Pew! Pew!
-Instantly two energy bolts slam through the two men who had been unable to dodge the attack, either due to proximity or due to surprise.
“Screeech!” The worm guy screeches out in pain, revealing two clicker mandibles inside his mouth instead of a tongue- so that’s why he wasn’t talking! –as he brings his only usable hand towards the intensely bleeding and burned wound on his left shoulder-neck area.
“AAAAAGH!” Meanwhile the other one screams out normally as he desperately holds the burned wound around his bleeding stomach.
Shit! Their screaming is probably warning the rest of their group that something’s wrong! I click my tongue as I strode forward and slam my blaster on top of both their heads with strength and they both drop down like puppets cut from strings, looting out their guns without much thinking and putting them into my backpack.
They’ll probably survive their wounds. I quickly turn and run towards where they had bought me up from- knowing I didn’t have much time before the rest of them descend upon me as I arrived at the area and my gaze instantly attracted to the futuristic tablet console on the left of the wall when I saw that the opening bay was closed.
Okay, let’s see here. I grimaced as I see that I couldn’t even understand a hint of the language on there. So these guys understand and talk English but for some reason their ship’s language is not in English!? Like consistency people!
My next step would probably be described as reckless, but when I started hearing echoes of yells and shouts coming from down the hallway, I didn’t have many choices left if I wanted to return home.
Let’s hope Star Wars didn’t lie to me. I gulp as I point the blaster straight at the console and fire.
Pew!
For a single long second that lasts an eternity nothing happens except for the door behind me falling and closing…
Before all hell breaks loose.
The hanger bay opens in an instant and my eyes widen in horror as I see the nothing expanse of space ahead of me with a ball of blue and green, Earth, rapidly shrinking in front of my eyes.
VEEEEEEEEEE! Containment breached! Containment breached!
The alarms on the ship blares like the horns of hell and I instinctively grab a metal jutting out of the wall as I fell the suction of vacuum enveloping my form as I am tugged towards emptiness like a whiplash of a F1 car.
“AAAAAAAAAGHHHH!” I yell out in horror as I somehow manage to grip onto the piece of metal- that was the only reason I wasn’t out dead frozen in empty space, the bunch of other cargo around me not being so lucky and being thrown into space in an instant.
Yet by each moment, my grip falters and my breath grows thin from the lack of continued oxygen. Finally just as I was about to black out and unmistakably die, a purple sheen of translucent energy covers and locks down the vacuum as air starts being pumped into the room.
Zing!
Whooosh!
[Security measure deployed! Containment resolved!]
“Huff! Huff! Huff! Never doing that again.” I shake my head. At least Star Wars was right, blasting the consoles does indeed open doors. I take deep breaths, regaining balance from the lightheadedness and quickly getting up to my feet in fear when I hear voices coming from the closed door right behind me.
“-bring out the techie! The doors jammed or somethin’!”
Okay so while I’m not completely fucked I don’t have much time. Yet what could I even do now? As I had just seen I was in space now. Far, far away from Missouri.
My plan of just jumping out was spilt milk now.
But I refused to give up. I nodded resolutely. There must be some kind of escape pod or something. I just need to hijack that and steer it back towards Earth…
It was a tall order and audacious plan, yet that was the only choice I was faced with now. But how to get out of this room?
As far as I could see, there were no other ways out of this room except for the one behind me. And even if I’m proud of my fighting skills even I know I could not defeat so many people at once.
Think Peter think! I thought in desperation as I looked at everywhere in my surrounding before my gaze stopped at the small ventilation opening nearby. It would be impossible for adult to get in there… yet in such a small place I could easily move.
Beginning of a plan started forming in my mind as I took out another blaster- the other one got punted off into space – and fired straight at the vent’s opening-
Pew!
-letting me remove its covering with ease as I grimaced at the dirty and grime filled space. Even if it disgusted me, I put those worries in the back of my mind as I put my upper half in first and start crawling through the vents.
The whole ship should be covered with the vents right? I breathed a sigh of relief in the dark, silent and dirty vents of this spaceship as for the first time since my kidnapping I felt in some way safe.
Yet, my pace didn’t stop and I continued crawling, looking down through some openings at the panicking group of space pirates as they searched the ship for- I suppose -me.
And as I continued my search, my mind finally focused on the fact that I had been living in a fictional universe for the last 8 years without knowing about it.
It was a mind numbing realization steeped in woes of my countless regrets filled with many ‘if-only’ and ‘what-ifs’.
Marvel Cinematic Universe, or MCU for short. A fictional movie (and later shows) based franchise where every movie takes place in the same ‘universe’ with every superhero IP that Marvel owned.
Of course, it was not just that simple but that was the gist of it.
Peter wouldn’t all himself a fan though. After all, he had barely seen 5 movies out of the 35+ movies there were in the franchise. And at those too he hadn’t paid much attention as they played in the background of the cable TV in the hospital;.
Still, those five movies that he had watched (kind of) now were very relevant about it.
Guardian’s Trilogy and Infinity War and Endgame.
For the foreseeable future Peter now knew what his future would’ve been if he hadn’t been carrying his future (past life?) memories.
But I can only get fragments for now. He grimaces. He would need to meditate calmly for at least a few hours to remember everything about those movies. After all, he had seen them many, many years ago.
The fragment he had managed to get in this short amount of crawling time though let him fill some blanks. These guys are the Ravagers… A 100 clan strong group of space pirates that stole, killed, and basically did anything for money. Still, most of them had a code of some kind. Like there’s some kind of honor among thieves. Peter sneers.
Still, Peter was having some trouble trying to remember exactly why they had kidnapped him specifically. After all, random kidnapping was not their modus operandi.
But as he reaches another opening and looks down at the computer screen filled wall with a view of the whole ship, he lets that matter lie back as he realizes he has probably arrived at the main control room of the whole ship. If I could bet on anywhere on the ship most helpful in finding the way to the escape pod then it would have to be here without a doubt!
And as far as he could observe it was empty to boot. With a sigh, he brings forward the blaster and blast off the covering from the hinges and quickly drops down to the floor from the ceiling. People probably heard that blast, I don’t have much time-!
Whistles~!
And then as a familiar tune of low intensity whistle fills his ears, Peter’s eyes widened as he hears something cutting straight through air approaching him at unknown speeds.
Yet his mind instantly recognizes it, and his expression becomes grim as turns back to look at the floating and turning form of the Yaka arrow straight in front of his head and now forehead as it faintly glows red. Yondu.
And behind the floating arrow stands its owner, Yondu Udonta, with a long red leather trench coat, bright blue skin with scars ridden across his face and a flat metal thing on his head from which the Ravager captain controlled the arrow.
Yondu smiles down at me from the doorway of the room, some of his gold plated teeth glinting in the light, standing beside a group of other beat up and harried looking Ravagers.
“So you’ the one that’s been making all those commotion across my ship…” He grins. “Got to say you don’t look like much boy.”
All I could do was glare and stay silent as I realized I had no way of getting out of this. I had lost and now returning back home had become increasingly impossible.
All I could do was apologize to my Grandad in my heart. I really should have just stayed inside the hospital.
And now I was going to pay for it.
…
The other Ravagers surround me with their blasters, two of them roughly holding onto my arms as another pirate takes back all the weapons.
A few punch me, few backhand me and a few roughly push me around, yet all I do is glare defiantly into Yondu’s eyes with no Yaka Arrow pointed right at my face anymore. “Let me go back.” I request simply yet the steel behind my tone is clear not caring about the bruises or the pain.
“Hmm…” Yondu pretends to think before smiling smugly. “No, I don’t think I would brat.”
My glare sharpened as I exhale. “I don’t have any kind of value to your people… I’m not someone special and neither do I have some special familial connections for you to ransom me for.”
Yondu barks out a laughter. “Ha! Brat actually thinks we abducted him because he’s special!”
“HAHAHAHA! Of course not, we kidnapped him to eat him!” say another Ravager from behind me causing me to whip my head to look at him incredulously. What?
“HAHAHA- Wait what? I thought we were going to sell him as a Kree breeding slave?” Said another Ravager confusedly, once more causing me to whip my head to look at him with incredulous eyes.
“HAHAHAHAH! Both of you are wrong we abducted him because we need a janitor, of course!”
-All around me the Ravagers started laughing as if copying Yondu, before starting to roughly argue. I ignored them as my glare sharpened even more and if looks could kill, then Yondu would’ve been dead ten times over.
Yet another guy standing right besides Yondu- a human with dry wrinkly skin and shaggy dirty hair that reached his shoulder and a single cybernetic mechanical eye in his right socket- leans forwards towards Yondu and says lightly. “But captain weren’t we hired to deliver him to his fath-”
Yondu puts his hand up abruptly as he throws that guy another look, stopping him from completing the sentence.
Unnoticed by all I freeze in my place. Maybe it was the proximity that let me hear him, or maybe it was the hypersensitivity I was under ever since Mom died… But I heard him and I was smart enough that I could understand the full sentence even if he was stopped in the middle.
Father…
Father.
Ego.
Memories flashed in my mind like a flash of lightning. A living planet, a space god eons old. A being of nigh-immeasurable power and a goal to become everything. And most importantly, my father.
The one who put the tumor in her head. The murderer of my Mom…
My mind flashed to her love, her kindness and warmth. Things she had feely given to him only for her to be betrayed by someone she had died believing in till the end.
My jaw clenched so tightly that my head felt like it was going to pop, my nails dug into my palm drawing blood. My vision went pure red with rage. So much rage…
Unnoticed by me, the lights across the whole spaceship began violently flickering as the ship started shaking.
“Wah!”
“Woah!”
“I still suggest we eat the boy!”
“Quiet down!” Yondu yells out as everyone instantly quiets in fear.
“It must be turbulence of some kind. Don’t act like pussies you bunch!” Yells out the guy besides Yondu.
“Who you calling a pussy bitch?!” Yells out another ravager in anger.
“You bitch!” Replies the guy standing besides Yondu as the two start roughly brawling with each other to the obvious enjoyment of the rest.
But none of my attention is focused on any of them. For it is consumed by hatred, rage and grief like no other.
And at that moment, on a spaceship heading far, far away from my home and family. In a space crammed with the worst scum of the galaxy, with no one to hear and no one to notice. I made a vow to myself.
A vow consumed with vengeance of a young son who had just lost his mother…
I vow, I will kill him. I will make him scream and beg for mercy as I raze him to the ground and scatter his ashes to the wind.
My gaze lifted up to find Yondu arguing about something to his supposed right hand man. And a plan start forming in my mind. The other bunch of Ravager much more relaxed and calm after seeing my distracted and no longer struggling form and focusing more on the brawl.
“Alright, alright! Stop brawling like two dirty pigs before I have to put a hole in ‘yer twos heads!” Yondu shuts everyone up with a glare as he separates the two rowdy and bruised Ravagers.
And in the brief silence that reigns, I take advantage as I step forward- the Ravagers holding me not expecting the sudden movement as he lets me go- as I strode forward to meet Yondu’s gaze.
I’m sorry Grandad it seems that it might take me some time to come back. I internally swallowed in pain of guilt before hiding it beneath my determined self. But I can’t go back to Earth and look you in the eyes until I have avenged Mom and sent that bastard to hell.
“Listen here!” I said outloud as everybody’s attention falls to me, yet I continue as I look at the blue-skinned man. “I care not why you kidnapped me from my home… but I would rather not die.”
I admit out loud, this was both a mix of acting and truth. “So captain, this is my offer to you. As you just saw a few minutes ago, an untrained 8 year old boy like myself was easily able to run circles around your band of pirates. So rather than selling me off to the highest bidder, hire me.”
Yondu’s brows rise up as I continued. “Wonder what I could accomplish for your crew if you let me join and train me in your ways? And as a bonus, I’m small and as you just saw I can get into places that no one on your crew can.”
I step forward to look up at him directly. “All I ask for is shelter, food and some occasional loot, and my loyalty is yours.”
Yondu stares at me, his expression complicated as the room is engulfed by silent tension. Internally, I chewed my cheek in anxiousness.
He should accept this. As far as I can remember he had put together that something was wrong with the deal he had made with Ego, and in the end Yondu was a good man in a tough life… and he hadn’t wanted to give up Peter in the movies… So this was just an excuse for the other Ravagers…
“HA!”
Finally, Yondu barks out a laughter. “You’re an audacious little fucker aren’t you boy? A pint sized Ravager is it?” He shakes his head in amusement as he claps on my shoulders. “And it will be Captain Yondu for you from now on brat!”
I almost slump in relief but catch myself. Can’t show weakness to these guys. I just nodded my head with an upturn of my lips. “Yes, captain!”
“HAHAHA!” He laughs out loud as the rest of the Ravagers follow him, putting down their guns. “Let’s have a party to welcome our newest member boys!”
“YEAAAHH!”
“YES CAPTAIN!’
“LET’S GOO!”
As the rest started following Yondu, I am caught in their bunch as I am carried off with them towards destinations unknown, yet a smile still stays on my face.
For the first step was taken. The first step that would hopefully kill a god.
-And that was the story of how I left Earth, joined the same space pirate who had kidnapped me and became a Ravager...
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A/N: Sorry it took so long to get this one out, but it is a chonky chapter. Peter is abducted and leaves Earth, has some memory problems, fights some opponents, vows to kill his father, convinces Yondu, and becomes a space pirate.
You know average Tuesday.
Comment how you like this chapter! And if you have suggestions for the future!
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