Peter Quill was enjoying the few moments of freedom he got away from the rest of the Ravagers because, despite having his own ship, he rarely got a moment to himself.

"One day," Peter promised to himself as he guided the Milano down to the planet's surface. "I just have to get a big enough score, and get enough units to start up on my own. Preferably on the other side of the galaxy."

However, that day was not this day in particular and Peter found himself flying around in Asgardian territory for Yondu since there was still a few goods to be acquired while the Asgardian's hold on their territory was still loose.

"Alrighty now," Peter said as he spotted a good bit of field to land in. "Time to get-"

But before Peter could even change altitude, something came flying at him from literally nowhere.

"What the fuck!"

The self-proclaimed Star Lord quickly swerved to the side as something large, grey, and pointy came hurtling at him.

"Is that a-" Peter did a double take. "Is that a military aircraft?"

Not only was the aircraft a military one, but it was something Peter hadn't seen the likes of in a very long time. Nearly 26 years in fact.

"Is that from Terra?" Peter said, right before the sprawling green surface of the Asgardian territory Vanaheim disappeared from under him.

In the blink of an eye, there was a completely new planet beneath him, although the landscape was one he hadn't seen even when he was still a resident of Terra.

"How the hell?"

Peter's face was scrunched up in confusion as he slowed the Milano down considerably so he could get a good look at his surroundings. Peter quickly made a u-turn and tried to get back to the airspace he'd just come out of.

"This cannot be happening..." Peter muttered angrily under his breath. "This cannot be happening!"

Peter began to yell and smacked at his console as he passed by the spot he'd come out of, but still found himself stranded on Earth.

"Fuck!"

Peter began turning the Milano around again to begin flying a perimeter around the area. It looked like one of those old cities made almost entirely out of drab, grey brick.

"Come on, come on," Peter began to say, feeling ridiculous as he flew around willy-nilly trying to hit the sweet spot that would send him back to the quadrant of the galaxy he had previously occupied. Peter knew that he would never live it down if he got stuck on planet as backwater as his previous home, Earth.

"It's going to take me two whole weeks to get back!"

Peter sighed in disgust and decided to let the ship hover for a bit while he got out his walkman. He was going to need a little Blue Swede to get over the serious funk he had managed to sink into.

Not that he was too displeased to be back on his home planet. It was just that he had just been, you know, in the middle of something. And he would generally rather have returned on his own terms rather than having been abducted by a weird space portal thing.

"Story of my life," he grumbled as he hooked the headphones over his ears and turned up the volume. Peter sank back into his chair with a groan and decided to fly around a bit more to see if he could spare himself some embarrassment.

Instead, after scanning the city for a few seconds, he felt his face slowly contort back into an expression of deep confusion.

"What the hell is that?"

Peter felt his voice squeak, but manfully decided to ignore it as he took in the sight before him. It could only be described as a humongous ship with huge columns of swirling black and red smoke around it. Peter watched as the smoke climbed upward, and warily circled around it. He didn't know what it was, but it could only be bad news. But soon enough, there was a flash of light, and Peter turned his head quickly enough to spot something small moving very fast toward the massive smoke thing that just happened to be in the middle of Terran city.

However, just as quickly as everything else had happened since Peter had found himself stuck on his home planet, the smoke disappeared and the tower of a ship started crumbling. Feeling a little more relieved now that that particular show was over, but still anxious about finding a solution to his situation. He watched as the strange ship started crashing down into the courtyard of one of the aforementioned drab, grey buildings.

"Wait it's not crashing!" Peter yelled as he directed his ship toward the other one. "It's disappearing!"

Peter pushed his ship as fast as he dared while he was still on planet, and tried to make it to the collapsing tower of an aircraft just ahead of him.

"Let's go, baby," Peter cooed to the Milano over the sound of Ooga Chakas, his headphones still firmly over his head. "Daddy doesn't want to be stuck on Terra."

Just as he thought he was going to make it into the portal at the tail-end of the other ship, the entire thing completely vanished and he was left staring at a bit of dirt, grass, and a terrified-looking woman huddled over a man in a red cape.

Peter screamed again as he pulled up sharply, and just in time, which left him staring dumbly at the first human he'd seen, besides the one in the mirror, in over twenty years.

"Shit."