The hum of the Milano's engines soothed the pilot Peter Quill. The guardians had no mission, no instructions, they were adrift aimlessly looking for some mission, some battle to jump into just to do something. The whole team was getting restless. Gamora was sharpening her sword for what seemed like the 8,000th time since their last mission. Rocket disassembled and reassembled some overly destructive weapon, made explosives, you could tell he was bored. Drax slept like always, and Groot was doing his adorable baby dance to the song "Brandy". Peter sang along, "Brandy" was one of his mother's favorites, if not her sole favorite song. After his encounter with his father, this song brought him to the verge of tears, but he didn't cry. Captains don't cry.

Peter was brought back to reality by the sight of a collapsing building below him. Peter started to land the Milano on the surface of the planet. "All right crew, it's time for some heroism." Gamora stood up behind him sheathing her sword. She leaned against his chair,

"What planet is this?"

"Don't know, don't care. It's an excuse to get off this ship." Peter landed the ship and opened the doors.

Everyone exited with a sense of freedom. Feeling joy as after days of being stuck in a small spaceship, they finally were able to breathe real, unsynthesized air. Peter assessed the situation and heard Rocket yell "Groot, I haven't felt this free since we escaped that moon the Kree call a jail. (Author's note: Agents of Shield anyone?)

"I am Groot."

"I know it was my fault we were there."

"I am Groot."

"Shut the F*%# up!" Peter turned at the arguing teammates, and scolded them.

"Guys, there is a falling building in front of us. Can you finish this argument later." Peter said.

"Fine, but this isn't over."

"I am Groot."

"I swear to God."

"Rocket, not now." Quill interjected. "Rocket, do you have any grappling hooks?"

"What kind of question is that, of course I do."

"Great, Groot, how strong are your vines?"

"I am Groot."

"Ok, that will do. Groot, Rocket you guys try to pull the building back to an upright position. Gamora, Drax, and I will go and evacuate the building. Peter tapped the machine on his neck deploying his mask. "Guardians, let's go!"

Rocket and Groot did exactly as they were told and stopped the building from tilting any further using their tools. Rocket hooked the grappling hook to the top of the building. He tried to retract his hook to pull back the building, but the rotor just shines and didn't budge. Rocket looked over and saw that Groot couldn't pull the building up either. Rocket tapped his coms and alerted Peter of the situation. "Quill?"

"Yeah?" came the voice back on the other end of the radio.

"The hook isn't strong enough to pull the structure."

"Can it hold it in place and stop it from falling?"

"For now."

"Ok, do that then."

Peter, Gamora, and Drax were struggling to enter the building. Falling bricks and debris blocked all logical entrances to the building. Peter could hear children inside the building crying for their parents, scared by the potential of untimely death. Star Lord heard Drax call his name. Peter looked at him. "There is an entrance over here." Peter and Gamora rushed over to where Drax was and entered the building. The hallways were bent out of shape and the support columns were cracked, some were even broken. Children's art that was once hung on the walls lined the floors, covered in dust, ash, and concrete. Peter looked at his teammates and have instructions.

"Get the children out of this… whatever this place is." His teammates nodded in agreement.

A few minutes had passed and Rocket was thinking to himself behind the building. He was interrupted by the sound of cables snapping. He looked down at his grappling hook and saw it starting to give. Rocket started yelling incoherently before turning on his comms again. "Peter!"

"Jesus Rocket, you are literally yelling in my ear."

"That's because the cables are snapping!"

"What cables?"

"Oh, I don't know... THE ONES HOLDING UP THE F*%#ING BUILDING UP!" Peter was silent on the other end of the comms. "Peter?" Silence again. "Peter!"

"We're gonna need a fourth person to get all of these kids out of this place."

"We don't have a fourth person physically capable of doing that, we have a racoon and a tiny tree thing."

"I know… we're not going to get these kids out."

The team worked in silence, running, carrying, and flying children safely out of the crumbling building. They more than doubled their pace, working in silence. Their lighthearted tone suddenly gone as all three of them realized that for the first time, there was no hope. Peter took a pause outside of the building to catch his breath and saw a large, muscular man in a green army outfit barrelling towards the building. He wore a blue sash and a gold helmet. The mob of police and concerned parents parted for him to get to the building. He rushed into the building and the crumbling supports were lifted. "What the?" Kids started levitating out of the building at a faster rate than the whole team could have done. Gamora and Drax walked out clearly confused.

Drax laughed. "That man made things float. He's so much better than you. You can't do anything." Drax bent over, cramping from his hysterics.

"I can fly, and I'm a good shot." Peter defended. Drax couldn't respond as he was struggling to breathe from laughing so hard. Gamora looked at Star Lord.

"I mean, you can't do any of those things without machines." Drax on the floor laughed harder.

"Your girlfriend thinks you suck!" Gamora have him a swift kick to the gut.

"I'm not his girlfriend."

"I mean…" Star Lord started to say before seeing a sword at his throat. "Yep, you're not my girlfriend." he said with a nervous laugh as Gamora put her sword away. Peter looked around and the team was joined by Groot and Rocket. He saw so many children, hugging their crying mothers. He thought back to his mom, dead. He will never hug her like that ever again. He missed her, and once again found himself on the verge of tears. No matter how many times he thought about her, the pain never went away. He was awoken from thought by rocket pulling on his pant leg.

"The man is coming out of the building." Peter walked up to the man and greeted him. The man spoke in a deep voice with a thick southern accent.

"I know who you are. It's nice for you Guardians to finally come visit us in Colorado. Peter's face paled in shock.

"C-Colorado, Earth?"

"The one and only, I'm from Missouri you know."

Peter quickly said goodbye and walked over to his team.

"Ok guys, let's get of this planet."

"But Peter," Rocket said. "There's a news reporter with the same name as your mom."

"OK Rocket, were leaving anyways." Rocket looked at the reporter talking.

"At least tell her that you're not doing the interview.

"Fine Rocket."

Peter walked towards the reporter. She had short brown hair like his mother before the chemo. He took a deep breath, preparing himself for the emotional onslaught that facing someone so similar to his mother, in the same state that she died. He tapped her on the shoulder, "Ma'am, we need to leave, sorry we can't conduct the interview." he said without making eye contact with her. The reporter dropped her pen and pad. She gasped.

"Peter?"

"How do you know my name?" He said before looking up at her face. He paled again, she had the same face as his mother, and the same voice. She even had the same birthmark under her chin. "Mom?"

AN: Good day fluff-enjoying people. This is the first time I'm writing anything so, flames are welcomed. I know, but if you have a reason for a flame, say it. On a slightly related note, I am sorry for the predictability and the amount of random chance that had to happen to make this chapter seem even believable, but... you know, this is set up. If you see a grammar mistake or have a suggestion, let me know. Like I said, FLAMES ARE ALLOWED.