He tries to imagine it. He tries to imagine the way Rocket would have sat up a little straighter when he heard the low distant ripple of noise when the Ravagers broke atmo, still for half a second before immediately moving to action. He wouldn't have known who was coming and, Peter imagines, probably wouldn't have really cared. None of them really believe in coincidence and the chances of someone just happening to stop by on the same scrap of a remote planet as them for a friendly visit are slim to fucking none. Of course he would have been ready to draw first blood.
Shit, and it wouldn't have been difficult. Rocket doesn't stay idle for long and in the relative short months they've all been together after Xandar Rocket had outfitted the Milano with enough bombs, traps, and weapons that would have put most armies to shame. He thinks he knows Rocket enough to guess that the only thought sitting front and center in the guy's mind would have been to make anyone dumb enough to follow them regret ever getting out of bed that morning.
Rocket wouldn't have known who was coming for them until he caught the first whiff of leather and whatever other miscellaneous filth Ravagers tend to be covered in at any given time and even then...
Ravagers don't play nice, not even with people they consider occasional allies. Especially not with people they consider occasional allies. They may live a lot of their life around their code but at the end of the day the Guardians aren't Ravagers and when they come trying to creep up on you with guns drawn the best thing you can hope to do is get the first shot in.
He's not angry at Rocket for doing just that. He's not even surprised. They protect their own and even if Peter had been here for it he doesn't think he would have tried to stop Rocket. The Ravagers raised him, they were his family, but their loyalty is a fickle thing and Peter is pretty sure he burned up the last of whatever goodwill he had with them when he gave Yondu the wrong orb back on Xandar.
Peter snorts out something that might have been a laugh once. "Guess no one was lyin' when they said those assholes don't know how to get over themselves, huh?" Of course they put out a bounty for them. Of course it fell into Yondu's lap. And how could he say no when it did with a ship full of eyes on him? It was never exactly a secret that the others always thought Yondu gave Peter too many chances, always let him take that mile when Yondu was only ever offering him an inch.
All at once a picture opens up for him, the word mutiny twisted up around that knot squeezed around his heart, and, really, what else would have turned Yondu's own crew against him? What else had been the repeating problem, that one constant point of silently shared contention whenever Yondu was pressed to choose between his mostly-loyal crew and the one Terran nightmare who never learned to toe the line as good as the rest of them?
"....he wasn't gonna do it, was he? Hand us over. He was angling for a double cross."
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Shit, and it wouldn't have been difficult. Rocket doesn't stay idle for long and in the relative short months they've all been together after Xandar Rocket had outfitted the Milano with enough bombs, traps, and weapons that would have put most armies to shame. He thinks he knows Rocket enough to guess that the only thought sitting front and center in the guy's mind would have been to make anyone dumb enough to follow them regret ever getting out of bed that morning.
Rocket wouldn't have known who was coming for them until he caught the first whiff of leather and whatever other miscellaneous filth Ravagers tend to be covered in at any given time and even then...
Ravagers don't play nice, not even with people they consider occasional allies. Especially not with people they consider occasional allies. They may live a lot of their life around their code but at the end of the day the Guardians aren't Ravagers and when they come trying to creep up on you with guns drawn the best thing you can hope to do is get the first shot in.
He's not angry at Rocket for doing just that. He's not even surprised. They protect their own and even if Peter had been here for it he doesn't think he would have tried to stop Rocket. The Ravagers raised him, they were his family, but their loyalty is a fickle thing and Peter is pretty sure he burned up the last of whatever goodwill he had with them when he gave Yondu the wrong orb back on Xandar.
Peter snorts out something that might have been a laugh once. "Guess no one was lyin' when they said those assholes don't know how to get over themselves, huh?" Of course they put out a bounty for them. Of course it fell into Yondu's lap. And how could he say no when it did with a ship full of eyes on him? It was never exactly a secret that the others always thought Yondu gave Peter too many chances, always let him take that mile when Yondu was only ever offering him an inch.
All at once a picture opens up for him, the word mutiny twisted up around that knot squeezed around his heart, and, really, what else would have turned Yondu's own crew against him? What else had been the repeating problem, that one constant point of silently shared contention whenever Yondu was pressed to choose between his mostly-loyal crew and the one Terran nightmare who never learned to toe the line as good as the rest of them?
"....he wasn't gonna do it, was he? Hand us over. He was angling for a double cross."