Peter looked behind him to see Nikki walking towards him. He gave a shrug and look away as she said that he looked like he was thinking. Her hand on his shoulder and her words made him look up at her and smile, but that was it. He wasn't sure how everyone will feel when they know that Drax will let them lose money on killing a very important person in the criminal world. "Phone call?" he asked quizzically, looking over at her, then watching her go up to the cock pit. Peter took in her words, a bit nervous to see who it could possibly be. Yondu saying he changed his mind? The falcons saying that they already launched a missile at them?

When he answered the call, the reality was much worse than his imagination. "Nova?" Quill asked, staring at the screen. He wasn't wearing his uniform, and before Peter could make fun of him for it, Rick spoke up. "Look, I don't know why you signed those papers, but Nikki doesn't belong there with you guys."

"What?"

"So I'd like you to bring her back. We can file for your divorce and she'll be safer here on Xandar."

"Seriously man? She doesn't want to be on Xandar, we aren't getting a 'divorce', and if you think she'd like to spend her time with a goodie-two-shoes asshole on a planet that forces her to be something she isn't, think again!" Peter exclaimed. "Why'd you even sign the papers Quill? She's not a criminal, she deserves better than your run down ship, and an outlaw for a fake husband. And besides, she's just another girl to you, hell, even your race's sworn enemy."

"Don't act like you know me." Peter said, glaring at the screen. "Just because you read my records doesn't mean you understand me. And I'm not Spartoi. I'm Terran. And she deserves more than being cooped up dreaming about the galaxy, while some government lap dog she barely met flirts with her. She's a Guardian. A drifter at heart, someone without a home." He remembered what she told him just minutes before this. "She's happy here... I thought someone like you would get that." Quill cut off communications, giving a sigh as he looked around. Will that clown ever quit? He had some nerve calling his ship run down!

He would assume that literally no one would be happy with this surprise marriage Nikki threw upon them... But she seemed happy doing this. Going out and exploring the galaxy, doing a bit of good, a bit of bad, a bit of both... He decided to walk in to the cockpit, seeing the blue haired woman staring out in to space. He wasn't like any girl he's met. She had the curiosity of a Terran, the bravery of a Metra, and everything good in between... He didn't know what being a Spartoi meant, but it seemed to be that they had the abilities to hold infinity stones in his hands, and be major assholes.

He walked past her, sitting down in the captain's chair, plotting a course to Nowhere. "He's got a lot of nerve asking a married woman out on a date." Quill said with a shrug. "I'm not much of a jealous type, but he's lucky I turned off the call before I got really angry..." he said looking over at her with a smile, then back at the stars. "I know your choices were limited to an asshole government lapdog and the even bigger asshole outlaw who's in command of the deadliest people in the galaxy... But I'm glad you chose the second one. Because I'm happy too." Peter said quietly. He wasn't good at this sincerity thing, but it was what he thought. He was truly happy she chose to be with these very dangerous and stupid band of people than choosing the hunky space cop. 

"Besides all you'd hear about on your guys' date was all the lame political stuff he was in charge of and how much wax he uses to clean his helmet. Here you can hear stories about how we searched through a deadly space cult's ship for a kidnapped child and a wedding ring that belonged to the Queen of Planet IX8-9... We don't usually brag, but we're so much cooler than Nova.." Peter said innocently, shrugging yet again.