Peter closes his eyes in disgust. "Can we not talk about that with Kaitlyn here. I get it. I'm a dancer, Gamora is not." 
                          
"You just need to find a woman who is pathetic...like you." Drax says.
                          
Once Drax leaves, Peter and I were left alone. We sit down. "So, you think we might be related?" Peter asks.
                          
I nod my head. "According to my mom's letter. She says you might be able to help me find some answers about my dad." 
                          
"I hate to tell you this, but you're not going to find any answers from me. I never met my dad." Peter says. 
                          
"Oh." I say, looking down. 
                          
"Didn't you ask your mom? She never told you about our dad?" Peter asks. 
                          
I shake my head. "I never met my mom. She died when I was a baby." 
                          
"I'm sorry to hear that." Peter says. He places an arm around me. "My mother died from cancer when I was little. I was with her in the hospital when it happened."
                          
"That's awful. I'm so sorry." I say. "What was she like?" 
                          
"She was the best mom in the world. Had great taste in music. She gave me my first Walkman with all of her favorite songs on it. We would listen to it all the time together." Peter says.
                          
I smile. "That sounds nice." 
                          
"Yeah, it was." Peter says.
                          
"You miss her?" I ask. 
                          
"Everyday." Peter replies. "You say you're from Earth. What city were you born in?"
                          
"Manhattan. I grew up in different foster homes for most of my childhood." I say. 
                          
"A family never adopted you?" Peter asks.
                          
"There was this one family that I stayed with for a while but then they died in an accident. Most of the families I lived with were afraid of me because of my powers so I ended up on the streets." I say. 
                          
"Sounds like a terrible childhood." Peter says.
                          
"It was, but then I became part of a team. The Avengers. They were my family. We saved the world together." I say. "Then something bad happened. It caused us to split up."
                          
"What happened?" Peter asks. 
                          
I was about to answer him when suddenly an alarm starts blaring in the ship. We look at each other and get up. We go to the bridge, which is the front of the ship. Peter sat in the front next to Rocket while I sat in the back with Gamora and Drax. 
                          
"This is weird. We've got a Sovereign fleet approaching from the rear." Peter says, looking at the screen on his console. 
                          
"Why would they do that?" Gamora asks. 
                          
"Probably because Rocket stole some of their batteries." Drax says. 
                          
Peter looks at Rocket. "Dude!" Rocket exclaims. 
                          
"Right. He didn't steal some of those. I don't know why they're after us. What a mystery this is." Drax says awkwardly. Gamora and I scream when the ships start firing at us. Peter steers the ship to avoid the fleet.