I’m Star-Lord (SW Xover)

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Peter led his grandparents through the quiet streets, every step accompanied by the echoes of their footsteps on the pavement. They walked for a few blocks until they reached a quiet park, where a large oak tree stood.

Peter guided them to a secluded bench beneath the tree, the stars overhead casting a gentle glow on the scene. He sat down, taking a deep breath to steady himself, ready to tell the truth. 

"Alright, we're good here," he said softly. "I think it's time I told you everything."

Jason and Anne sat down beside him, their faces a mixture of concern and curiosity. Anne reached out, taking Peter's hand in hers. "We're here for you, Peter. Whatever it is, just tell us."

Peter nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. "After Mom died... I ran away because I couldn't handle it..."

Anne's grip tightened on his hand, her eyes filled with empathy. "We know it was hard for you, Peter. But why did you run?"

Peter's gaze shifted to the ground, the memories flooding back. "I overheard Uncle Tom and Aunt Lisa arguing in the hospital while you were dealing with everything. They were badmouthing Mom, calling her crazy even after she died. They even mocked her before arguing about who would take me in after her death. Neither of them wanted me, and truthfully, I didn’t want them either."

Jason's face turned red with anger. "That bastard! He never told us any of this. The police questioned him, and he never mentioned it!"

Anne's eyes welled with tears. "Our own son... how could he? He was her brother for crying out loud…"

Peter continued, his voice steady. "I couldn't listen to them anymore, so I put on my headphones, cranked up one of Mom's favorite songs, and ran out of the hospital."

He paused, the weight of his next words heavy on his mind. Would they believe the rest of his story?

"What happened then?" Jason asked, his voice gentle.

Peter sighed, looking at his grandparents with a mixture of hope and fear. "What I'm about to tell you... are you sure you want to know? You might not believe it. But it's the truth."

Anne and Jason leaned in, their expressions earnest. "We're on your side, Peter," Anne said softly. "Just tell us."

Peter took a deep breath. "I ran from the hospital, but I didn't get far. After a few minutes, I found myself in a field. Suddenly, I was blinded by a bright light, and a giant ship landed in front of me."

Anne interrupted, confusion etched on her face. "Like a helicopter or a plane?"

Peter shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "No, Grandma. Like a spaceship with aliens."

The shock on their faces was palpable. They exchanged a glance, their eyes wide with disbelief, before turning back to Peter, their expressions questioning.

"See," Peter said with a wry smile, "I told you that you wouldn't believe me."

Jason and Anne remained silent, processing his words. Despite the incredulity in their eyes, they didn't dismiss him outright. Instead, they waited, their love and trust for Peter unwavering.

Jason cleared his throat and asked, "What happened after the ship landed, Peter? Did they kidnap you?"

Peter raised an eyebrow, his surprise evident. "You believe me?"

Jason and Anne shared a look of uncertainty but then turned back to Peter, their faces resolute. "We don't know if you were actually abducted by aliens or if you've just been influenced by your mother's stories," Anne said gently. "But one thing's for sure, you're telling the truth, or at least what you believe to be the truth. We'll listen for now and ask for proof later."

Peter's shock was visible, his heart warmed by their willingness to believe him, even if only a little. He never expected them to even entertain the possibility.

Peter felt a wave of emotion wash over him, he had almost forgotten what it felt like to have family who genuinely cared and believed in him no matter what. It reminded him of his beloved mother. ‘I guess this is where she got it from…’

Peter couldn't help but wonder what his life would have been like if he hadn't run away from the hospital, but instead stayed and was raised by his kind and loving grandparents. 

Sure, his life might not have been as action-packed and crazy, but maybe he would have enjoyed it. The thought brought a bittersweet smile to his face.

Wiping a stray tear from his eye, Peter took a deep breath. "Thank you for believing me, even if it's just a little…"

Jason placed a comforting hand on Peter's shoulder. "We're your family, Peter. We love you, and we're here for you, no matter what."

Anne nodded, her eyes brimming with emotion. "We just want to understand what happened to you, Peter. We want to help."

“I don’t really need help, but thanks.” Peter smiled, appreciative of their care. 

Jason looked at Peter, his voice filled with concern. "So, what happened to you? Did they forcibly take you?"

Peter shook his head. "No, they didn't have to. With Mom dead, I just wanted to run away. When the Ravagers offered me the chance to leave Earth and join them, I took it in an instant."

Anne's brow furrowed with worry. "Ravagers? They don't sound like nice people..."

Peter scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "No, they weren't. In fact, they were the most horrible people I've met in my entire life."

As Peter said this, his grandparents noticed a flash of pain and suffering that bubbled up over his calm exterior. But alongside that pain and suffering was an insurmountable hatred that didn’t go unnoticed either.

Jason's voice wavered as he asked, "Did… did they hurt you?"

Anne looked horrified as she reached her arm around Peter, hugging him tightly. "It's okay, you can tell us..."

Peter simply smiled, reigning in his feelings. "It's probably best that I leave some things out. I don't want to worry you too much."

Both Jason and Anne began to realize that something terrible had happened to Peter. Whether it was by aliens or some sick people here on Earth, he had gone through something traumatic and wasn't ready to tell them yet.

Anne squeezed him in her hug a bit more, her voice gentle. "It's okay, you can tell us when you're ready."

Jason, though desperate to know, nodded in agreement. "Just tell us when you can."

Peter smiled, appreciating their understanding. "I will say, however, that the Ravagers got what they deserved."

“What do you mean?” His grandmother asked curiously. 

Peter took a deep breath, deciding to tell it all. "Well, I was saved by someone. A Jedi named Mace Windu. He killed all of the Ravagers and saved me…"

His grandparents looked at him, clearly puzzled. "A Jedi?" Jason asked. "What's that?"

Peter nodded, understanding their confusion. "A Jedi is like a peacekeeper, a warrior with incredible abilities. They use the Force, which is an energy field that gives them special powers. They can move objects with their minds, sense things before they happen, and even influence people's thoughts."

Anne's eyebrows knitted together in skepticism. "The Force? This sounds... hard to believe, Peter."

Peter smiled, knowing this was a lot to take in. "It does, doesn’t it?” He laughed before going on to explain. “After Master Windu saved me, he took me to the Jedi Temple. There, I was trained as a Jedi as well."

He could see the doubt growing in their eyes, their expressions becoming more skeptical. Without another word, Peter turned his attention to a nearby trashcan. He raised his hand and, with a simple gesture, made the trashcan hover a few feet above the ground.

Jason and Anne gasped, their eyes widening in shock as they watched the trashcan float effortlessly in the air.

"See," Peter said, lowering the trashcan back to the ground. "It's real. The Force is real, and so are the Jedi."

Jason and Anne exchanged stunned glances, their skepticism giving way to amazement. They turned back to Peter, their faces a mixture of wonder and disbelief.

"Peter, that is... incredible," Jason finally managed to say. "But are you sure that you’re not just a mutant?” He asked. 

Peter's eyes widened in surprise at the mention of mutants. ‘Wait, are the X-Men in this universe as well?’ he hadn’t heard of them at all since he returned, but he hadn’t exactly been looking either. 

Seeing his reaction, Jason quickly clarified, "We don't have anything against mutants, Peter. I served in the army, and there were a few of them serving alongside me."

Anne nodded in agreement. "I've worked with a couple of mutants before too. The news might talk bad about them, but they're just like everyone else, just with special powers."

His grandparents tried to make it clear that they wouldn't hate him for being a mutant and that he didn't have to make up any stories.

Peter quickly regained his composure, realizing that the X-Men existed in this universe as well. "No, I'm not a mutant, or at least I don’t think I am. But it seems like you won't believe me fully until I show some proof, huh?"

Without giving them a chance to respond, Peter pulled out his datapad from his pocket. His grandparents eyed the device in curious shock, having never seen such advanced technology before.

‘Could he be telling the truth?’ They wondered simultaneously. 

But that wasn't his proof. Making a quick call, Peter waited a few seconds before Rocket picked up. "What do you want? I'm busy upgrading our new base."

“That’s good to hear, but I need a pick up…” Peter told Rocket to track the helicopter he took out and pilot their ship there, or have someone else from the crew do it if he was busy. "Either way, I'll be waiting by the helicopter."

Rocket asked, "What? Did you run out of fuel or something?"

Peter smiled. "Something like that. I'll be waiting, so don't leave me stranded." He hung up the call and turned back to his grandparents, who were looking at him with a mixture of curiosity and doubt.

"Let's go," Peter said. "You want to see proof, right? So follow me, and I'll show you some proof." They nodded, standing to follow him as they left the park.

After a quick cab ride out of the city, Peter walked into the desert with his grandparents following behind. 

As they walked, Jason asked, "Peter, where exactly are we going?"

Anne added, a hint of worry in her voice, "Maybe we should turn back before we get lost."

But just as they were starting to get worried, a bright light shined down from the sky as a huge spaceship landed before them, shaking the ground as it touched down.

Anne and Jason watched with shocked open mouths as Peter glanced over his shoulder, smirking at them. "So… do you believe me now?"

Before they could answer, the ramp to the ship opened, and Groot came walking out, saying, "I am Groot."

The sight of Groot seemed to be too much for his grandparents. Especially his grandmother, who wobbled on her feet and fainted on the spot, collapsing like a puppet without its strings. 

“Anne!?” Jason exclaimed, his eyes wide as he tried to catch her, though he was far too slow. 

But thankfully, Peter was there, and with a wave of his hand, he managed to catch her with the Force, levitating her safely into the air. 

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