Even a few weeks ago, it would've been a sore spot. Peter has grieved for Yondu and himself, he's been through puberty with a tree child. He's had a rough year. But he'd been anticipating the question, looking forward to it even if he's honest with himself.

"It's a long story, but... I left Earth when I was nine. My mom died and so my dad came to get me." His real dad. He bites into his lip, setting the can down and curling his hands around the cool surface. "He was a Ravager, they stole to get ahead. He taught me how to live that life." Peter tugs on his jacket with one hand, directing Steve's eye to the colors he still wears for the man he lost. "I didn't meet everyone else until much later. Dad and me weren't gettin' along so I was making my own way. I went after an infinity stone just to sell it for the cash -- I didn't know what it really was."

Peter takes a little breath. "Gamora did, though, and she was looking for it too. We started working together, and picked up a few more on the way." His lip twitches up before he takes a more generous sip from his drink. "...And maybe it's just 'cause I was a kid, but I remember these being better." Is he crazy?