Peter obviously went after Nikki. He had a thing or two to say to this "Nova" guy, and it probably would end with a fist fight and someone being thrown out in to space. Hew as about to burst through the door until he heard the two talking. He was behind a corner, listening to what the man was saying, and every word made him hate the guy even more.... Wait. Was he... making a move on Nikki?! Oh, that wasn't going to happen. Not one bit. Peter wasn't the man he thought he was, and his friends sure as hell weren't either. Peter walked away a few seconds before their conversation ended.

He was confronted soon by Gamora. "Don't let him get to your head. We have nothing to prove to anyone except ourselves." she said flatly, but very gently. Peter nodded. "yeah, I know." She stared at him, tilting her head. "You're thinking of something. Normally i would say don't piss off Nova Prime, but..." She casually shrugged. "As long as it doesn't hurt him." Gamora trailed off, then walking for her room. "I'm just going to kill him with kindness..." Peter said before walking off towards his room as well.

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Peter thought about it all night. He was going to show that he wasn't a womanizer anymore. He was going to show he was doing things more for money, and he was not afraid of anything. Starting off by making the crew some breakfast. He had saved a last few potatoes in his reserves. Believe it or not, they were rare. it seemed that humans were the only ones who really enjoyed the taste. He got up, wearing his usual attire, his blue athletic shirt, ravenger pants and boots. He walked towards the kitchen area of the ship, and as soon as the door opened, the smell of potatoes filled the air.

He was shocked, no, bewildered that Nova Prime was cooking in HIS ship with HIS potatoes with Nikki right next to her. He totally stole his idea! Rick turned to see Quill, and gave a smile before looking at the food again. "Morning, Star-Lord." He said, obviously being a smartass. Quill said nothing at first, he walked towards the food. He used all of the potatoes. "Glad to see you're... being of use i guess..." Peter muttered, running a hand through his hair. 

"Well, I'd just like to show the Guardians how much I appreciate this... and I'm sure its been a while since the Princess has gotten a good meal without raccoon hair in it." Rick said casually. Peter tried hard not to clench his fist. "Well, that's good... Don't you have a ship or something to move your personals out of? so you can spend all of your time in the peacefulness that's your room, by yourself...?" Peter asked, leaning on the table. Rick shook his head. "Nope, my Nova Prime suit lets me fly through space just as fast as your ship, and lets me breathe. All of my personal stuff is already with me... And I'm not much of a private person, I always like to have company..." He looked over at Nikki with a smile, then at Quill.

Peter rolled his eyes, walking towards the stairs that lead to the cockpit. "I'm going to check if we're still on course..." He muttered.

Rick gave a shrug, tending to the potatoes more. "He seemed a bit upset. Still not used to another member." Nova said. Just then, the ship took a sharp turn, the hot grease from the pan hitting Nova on his chest. He screamed in pain, letting out a few colorful words. Peter came back down the stairs, a much brighter smile on his face as he saw Nova. "Sorry, we hit some turbulence in an an Asteroid field... Ah, man, got burned?" Peter asked, not really caring but pretending to. "I'm sure your space suit can heal you just fine." 

With that, Peter walked back towards his room. He needed to think of something else to show Nikki he's changed. Rick gave a glare at him as he walked by. So, if Peter Quill wants a challenge, he will definitely get one.