Can you write a thing with young!peter getting hurt by helping/protecting the ravagers somehow? Hurt/comfort with the ravager crew would be awesome!
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Peter came to learn pretty quickly who was and wasnât friendly on board Yonduâs ship.
WellâŠfriendly was a stretch. But in the least he knew for certain who wouldnât gut him the second he was out of Yonduâs line of sight.
Currently? Tullk and Kraglin were highest up on his list of friendlies.
And that was more than likely due to the fact that Kraglin was acting medic for minor injuries, and heâd gotten grazed on his right arm during tonightâs raid.
Tullk was holding him on his lap, keeping him from moving and keeping the bad arm steady while Kragiln worked on cleaning it.
He was barely 12. Barely 12 years old, and heâd gotten shot. If he lived a normal life by any human standards, then this probably wouldnât have happened.
The antiseptic burned probably worse than the wound had hurt before as Kraglin swabbed out the cut flesh, and wrapping it didnât make the pain much better. Peter hissed as the Xandarian patted the bandages down with his thumb.
âThere. That should stay clean. Just donâ touch it or scratch. Iâll check it in the morning. I gotta go help Doc with the cap'n.â
Tullk finally released Peterâs arm as Kraglin began gathering up the medical supplies into his box. Once everything had been packed away, he made a beeline toward the captainâs quarters.
âOh! And Pete? Thank you!â Came the Xandarianâs shout from down the hall.
Peter climbed down from Tullkâs chair and sat crosslegged on the floor in front of him once Kraglin was out of sight. He sniffled. A hot tear streaked down his face, making a clean track. Another. And another.
Normally, heâd avoid showing this much weakness- emotion? Both.- in front of any of the crew, but this time he couldnât hold it back. Peter covered his mouth with both hands, barely wrangling back a choked sob.
Tullk looked down at the Terran desperately trying to stop himself from crying more before any of the others came through. Theyâd only tease him. Make it worse. He was still just a child, after all. He had the right to be upset, or worried about someone, without being laughed at.
Though the Ravager wasnât exactly an expert on dealing with children, heâd become accustomed to calming Peter after a particularly hard job.
A steady, gentle pat on the back usually did it.
And so he leaned over in his chair, and rested his hand on the boyâs shoulder.
Peter gasped, startled at the sudden contact. That in itself seemed to stop the tears, although the boy was still visibly tensed. Perhaps the panic hadnât been as bad as heâd thought.
Unsure of how to proceed at this point, Tullk spoke.
âDo..do ye want ta talk about what âappened?â
Peter shook his head. No. Tullk hadnât seen what happened to get both Yondu and Peter under fire, but he was pretty certain Peter was blaming himself.
âPeter..Ye know..nothing that âappened was your fault, lad.â He attempted at reassuring. Quillâs head still hung sullenly. Try something else then.
âYe worried 'bout the captain?â
And at that, he finally got an answer. Sort of. Peter nodded, took a deep breath, gave a great shuddering sigh, and mumbled:
âI didnât stay where I was supposed to. But Kraglin needed help.â
And that was where he knew he would get the rest of the story. Kraglin had evidently played some role in whatever had gotten the captain shot. But at the moment, Kraglin was assisting in surgery, and he needed to get Peter to rest.
âCap'nâs goinâ ta be just fine, laddie. Docâs fixinâ 'im up right now. Heâll be better in the morninâ, I promise. Why donât you go on off ta bed?â He patted Quill on top of the head gently as he spoke.
The boy seemed to agree with that last sentiment and stood up on wobbly legs, toddling down the hall to his bunk.
It would be another hour and a half before Tullk saw Kraglin again. Kraglin came out to sit in the common area, still wiping clean his hands, visibly shaken, but at the same time relieved.
âWill 'e make it?â
Kraglin gulped against the lump in his throat.
âY-yeah. We got the rounds out. Stopped the bleeding. Easy fix. He just..heâs gotta sleep it off for a couple days. Gonna be pent up in bed while the drugs kick in. He ainât gonna like that.â
âKraglin, you were there. What 'appened, exactly? Quill didnât exactly want ta talk about it.â
Kraglin didnât seem to want to tell Tullk much either, but at least he got more of the story out of Obfonteri.
They got the job done. That he knew. Peter was supposed to stay by the ship. Be the look out. He was, under no circumstances, to go out into the fray.
He ended up disobeying that order. Heâd spotted a sniper about to shoot Kraglin from above. No one else could see him, and they were all too busy with the guards below.
Peter ran out of the hangar and pushed Kraglin out of the way, nearly causing him to drop their score in the process, but saving his life. He ended up taking the sniperâs shot himself, but he only ended up grazing him due to the height difference.
Of course, seeing Peter get shot made Yondu panic. He sped over, grabbed Peter, yanked Kraglin to his feet and hauled ass towards the hangar, firing behind them all the way. Unfortunately though, he ended up two feet short of the shipâs ramp, with a pair of bullets in his back.
He landed on his knees. Peter half caught him when he fell. Quill couldnât do anything but watch while Yonduâs blood stained everything it touched a sickly yellow.
Luckily, most everyone had gotten to the ship by then, and another crewman helped Kraglin drag the captain into the ship.
The rest was history.
If Peter hadnât run outside, then there was a good chance that neither him or Yondu would have a scratch on them. But it was very possible that Kraglin might not be sitting here, telling Tullk this story.
âIf Peter hadnât come outta nowhereâŠTullk..I-..I mightâve-..I tried talking to him when weâd just gotten back. Told him none'o'it was his fault. But he just..it didnât seem to help much.â
There wasnât much could be done about any of it. In the end, it would more than likely be Yondu himself being able to reassure Quill that would convince the boy of anything. The Terran seemed to trust him the most, despite all the empty threats.
âHeâll be fine, Kraglin. Once 'e sees Cap'n awake and movinâ, heâll come out of it.â Tullk stood, patted Kraglin on the shoulder, and strolled off to find somewhere to sleep.
