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To Infinity And Beyond (Star Lord SI): CH001
🕑 Added 2025-08-31 07:05:08 +0000 UTC-CHAPTER 1-
-UNKNOWN POV-
-Earth, Year: 1988-
“Come and get your love!” The cheerful and upbeat song slowly came to an end on the Sony Walkman that Mom had gifted to me for my last birthday, once again reminding me of the grimness of reality.
I sat quietly, by myself, on the steel bench-chair (you know the kind) outside the emergency room in the silent hallway of the hospital, my face throbbing from the pain of the beating I had taken by the older students at school. Though, I gave back every hit that I took.
Unfortunately, what could an eight year old boy really do in front of fifteen year olds?
The strong smell of anti-septic filled my nose, making my bruises irritate even more, yet reminding me of both the resentful and melancholic memories I had with hospitals.
Fate really is such a bitch… If my mother could hear my thoughts then I have no doubt that I would be eating soap for dinner, lunch and breakfast. Though honestly, at this point I would gladly eat it with a smile on my face if she becomes fine…
Because while a normal 8 year old may not have had any idea why his mother sometimes coughed blood- yet tried to smile and act like nothing had happened –nor why his grandparents looked so grim whenever they returned with Mom from her ‘doctor checkups’, nor Mom was suddenly admitted to the hospital with our meetings growing shorter and shorter as she grew weaker and more ill… I understood.
After all, I wasn’t a normal eight year old. I had experience… Far more than anyone my age had right to be.
While Mom never said anything, just that I was her special Star Lord; I knew something wasn’t right ever since I was born. After all, how could someone have memories of his own birth?
And even after it, Grandma used to say it clearly, that I was intelligent as soon as I came of out my mom’s womb. I hadn’t even cried when I came out and instead was laughing as Mom and Grandad played with me and amused me.
In fact in her words, the only time I used to cry was when I clearly needed something.
I didn’t know what was wrong until I was 5 years old and suddenly, it had all started making sense. I had started gaining memories of another life, another place, another self.
A little boy, only a decade older than I was right now, stuck for most of his life in a hospital as his body slowly wasted away and doctors and medicine could do nothing… It was both cruelty and kindness that he was born to rich parents who did not want him to die despite his painful existence, yet no amount of money could delay it longer and he died alone and cold on the eve of new year wishing for a fair chance at life…
But in the end… there was a clear dissonance between them and my own memories… There was clear line between both. I could only bring them to the front of my mind when I actively thought of them.
So that math question I don’t know the answer to? I would only know it when I actively tried to remember it.
-Plus that also wasn’t accurate every time because my past self was not talented in Math. Trust me, I found that out the hard way (my poor test grades on that one test).
I never told this to anyone. After all, everyone scoff at Mom when she says that my father came from the stars… So why would anybody believe me?
But to be honest I don’t really believe it myself , my working theory was that my biological father was a deadbeat junkie who got her involved in drugs and then skipped town when he found out she was pregnant with me. And since I was a full on adult in mind (if only technically) I truly saw no need for another parental figure beyond my Mom and Grandad.
-And after that one time where I had gotten a dump of depression from remembering my past life memories, I actively tried not to think about it much only sometimes using them when muse hits.
They really weren’t of that much use to me right now after all.
According to my old memories, that would be my past life and in his culture people were supposed to move on from that. So while it was interesting and gave me advantage because the man was from the future, it didn’t really concern me.
All I cared about was going on long road trips with Mom in the summer as wind blew through our hair and the radio blasted some melodic Blues…
Unfortunately, the grim reality was that it was never going to happen again because she was dying from her illness, a peculiar brain tumor which was practically impossible to treat in today’s time.
Something that was very hard to treat even in the modern times.
“Ooga Chaka! Ooga! Ooga! Ooga Chaka! Ooga! Ooga!” The next song automatically started, and the tunes of “Hooked On A Feeling” by Blue Swede filled my ears.
“I can’t stop this feeling, deep inside of me! Girl you just don’t realize, what you do to me~!” I reflexively bobbed my head, trying to forget all the stress.
“When you hold me~-!” Yet, my pleasant time was interrupted as-
“Peter…” Grandad shook my shoulder gently, bringing me out of my depressing inner monologue as I looked up at him.
Grief, sadness, and pity were shown clearly on his face. Mom’s illness had clearly hit him very hard but yet he stood straight despite the dire situation.
And once again, the grimness of the situation hits me like a truck, and I hunched in tiredness.
Is it because of his time in the army that he could be stand so strong in tough times? He was honestly the strongest person I knew, both physically and mentally. I really idolized it especially at times like this when I wished I had it too.
I stop the song, and pushed the headphones down to my neck as I asked. “Yes, Grandad? What happened?”
Something must’ve slipped into my voice because his expression softened in pity. Smiling softly he helps me stand as he says. “Come on Pete your Momma wants to see you.”
I followed him as we walked through the emergency room door, the room was filled with a warm light from a lamp as the health monitor beeped, and it was being crowded by people who towered over me. Some close friends of Mom’s and some distant relatives that I didn’t bother remembering names of.
And in the middle of all them, lying on a bed was my Mom. Just seeing her so weak and frail brought out the sadness and pain I was trying to contain. She shouldn’t be here… She should be out there in the sun, living her life… Not confined to her bed…
Unfortunately, as I have come to find out, life wasn’t fair.
She smiles weakly, her breaths shallow as she beckons me to come closer. “Peter…”
Hurriedly I wiped the tears off of my face, not wanting her to see them and worry. I walked up to her and tried to act strong, smiling despite the bruise stinging on my cheek. “Hey…”
But I guess I was such a failure that even in her last moments I caused her to worry for me. As I see worry instantly appears in her eyes as she sees my beaten up face. She asks weakly in concern, brushing back my hair. “Why are fighting with those other boys again baby…?”
I looked down guiltily. “Those older kids were trying to crush an innocent frog… It hadn’t done anything, so I had to protect it from them somehow.”
Slowly a tired yet proud smile spread across her face, she brushes my hair back, caressing my face lovingly. “My precious Star Lord… Protector of frogs! Haha-Cough!” She tries to giggle but has coughing fit as I watched in alarm and concern.
“Mom!” “Meredith!” Both I and Grandad shout out in concern but Mom puts up a hand and slowly stops her coughing. “It’s alright… I’m fine Pete.” She smiles gently.
“You know, you’re so much like your daddy. You even look like him… He was an angel that came from the stars, and he was composed of pure light-!” Her eyes faded as if remembering something before Grandad interjected in between.
“-Mer, you got a present there for Peter, don’t you?” Mom nodded slowly tiredness clearly clinging to her form yet still carrying on.
“Of course! Where is it-?” She moved her head to look for it, smiled as she found it near her hands lightly pushing it towards me as I scooped it up. “Here you go baby.”
It was a small book sized box with a letter attached to it, wrapped in a colorful wrapping paper. “Thanks mom.” I smiled at her trying to hide the pain in my eyes as she weakly smiles back.
I handed the package to Grandad as he nods and puts it in my schoolbag as he says. “I got you covered Pete.”
“You open it up when I’m gone okay?” She looks me in my eyes as I nodded solemnly.
Mom looks at me lovingly with tears brimming in her eyes. “Peter… Take my hand.”
Without any hesitation in my heart, I clasp my hand with hers, my heart heavy as my eyes water.
Mom lets out a chuckle, her own eyes watery as she whispers. “I probably wasn’t a very good mom, huh?”
I shake my head in clear dismissal, and shout out. “NO! You were the best Mom I could ever have!”
She smiles in relief. “Thank you Peter…” Brushing her hand against my soft blonde hair as she continues with a smile. “Grow up big and strong, okay? Listen to your grandparents and eat all of your veggies! Drink lots of milk too so your bones would be strong!”
Sniffles. I let out a watery chuckle. “Is this really the time for that Mom?”
“A mother will always worry for her son, my little Star Lord!” She declares proudly with a smile, a direct opposite image of how she really felt inside,
Sniffles. Her smile becomes brittle as I hugged her. “Also… promise me you’ll live a life full of adventures and happiness… Don’t waste your time grieving for me okay? Death is a part of life too… Study, grow up, listen to music and give me lost of grandbabies!” She finishes with a laugh as a smile quirks up on my face as tears fall.
Mom smiles down at me, her breaths growing shallower. “Promise me, Peter…”
Sniffles. Silent tears fall down my face as I nod. “I-I promise Mom.”
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!
-And a blink of an eye later all the strength in the hand I was holding, fails as the breaths of my Mom, Meredith Quill stops and she passes on with a smile holding the hand of her son, surrounded by her family.
“No!” I can’t hold myself back from letting out as heavy tears of grief fall down, the brave front that I was putting on for her goes with her as I start crying in full abandon.
“Come on, Peter.” Grandad hugs me from behind, lifting me up from where I was hugging the cold hand, and taking me out of the room. His own eyes heavy with tears and voice heavy with grief of losing his daughter. “You shouldn’t see her like that… I’ll take care of everything.”
He lets me down outside the room, looking at me in pity, grief and grim acceptance of the inevitable, patting my shoulder as he crouches down. “You just stay here Pete… Everything will be alright. Okay?”
Yet, my mind was not focusing on any of that… I was feeling grief for the first person that had ever held me… That I had ever loved truly from the bottom of my heart.
A pit opened in my gut and it threatened to consume everything… My mind zoomed out as my breath shortened…
Haaa… Haaa… Haaa… My breath felt short and I finally realized I was having a panic attack, as I clutched my chest in pain- not noticing the electricity flickering all over the hospital coincidentally at the same time as my breaths.
I-I just need to get some fresh air… I nodded absentmindedly as my mind ran at lightening speeds from the combination of the panic attack and my grief.
And before I knew it, I had begun to run as tears fell down my eyes like a fountain.
I ran, ran as fast as I could and there was no one to stop me from leaving through an emergency exit.
The cold air hits my face as I come out the other side, yet my legs don’t stop as I just run away from everything.
Finally, somewhere in the forest of trees my legs stop from tiredness and I collapse into a sobbing piece of mess.
Sobbing. “Why her…?” I mutter as the tears fall non-stop. My hands brush against the Walkman given to me by her as a gift as without hesitation I put my headphones back on and click start.
“-In your arms so tight! You let me know, everything’s alright!” I took refuge in those tunes as my breath calmed down and I just breathed-
WHIRRING!
Yet the sounds of my Walkman were pushed into the back of my minds as I became witness to something unbelievable.
BLAM! A light upon me- not unlike that police helicopters use, yet this was no helicopter.
WOOOSH-!
“Wha-!?” My hair blew in the air as I brought my arms up to lessen the bright light and make my eyes adjust, and soon my eyes widened in shock as I was greeted to the sight of a truck sized, futuristic, alien, aerodynamic ship, hovering above me. A spaceship!?
Something niggled in the back of my mind, a memory of a movie trilogy my past life had watched once years before his death halfheartedly when it was running on cable of the hospital. And my sub-consciousness started putting together the pieces of the puzzle just an almost a decade too late.
ZOOM!
Before I could even react, the spaceship sends down a zooming beam of energy- and I almost think I’m going to die –but instead some unknown force grips me and floats me towards the spaceship as I cry out in horror and shock.
“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!” I’m really getting abducted by aliens!? I try to struggle out of the invisible force gripping me to no avail as I scream out.
“AAAAAAAHHHHH!” The zooming and whirring noise ends as my Walkman starts blasting in my ears.
“IIIIIII’M! Hooked on a feeling! I’m high on believing! That you’re in love with me!”
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[EDITED FOR SPELLING MISTAKES]
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A/N: Well, my muse strikes again when I was rewatching Vol. 1. So here is a Peter Quill SI. As for any confusion, he does have the memories of his past when he saw the movies but for him it has been years and was really not a very impactful memory so he didn’t know he was in Marvel the whole time, as for the other ‘plot holes” they will hopefully be resolved as the story goes on (like how he did he not know Captain America was thing?).
It isn’t perfect, it's a pretty slow start but hopefully the story will be better with the next chapter as we meet Yondu and the rest of the Ravagers! I’m sure it would be a nice meeting!
Do you guys want mutants and the X-Men to be part of this? Because it really wouldn’t take much effort, though they’ll be see a while later.
Tags for this story- OP Godlike MC, SI, Harem, R18, AU (maybe)
