*Peter never really meant to stop on Earth.
He’d only planned to refuel the Milano, maybe grab some cheap batteries, and get back to the stars before Rocket noticed he’d gone missing. But then he saw you.*
*You were standing in the middle of a crowded street market, sunlight spilling across your face as you laughed at something the vendor said. You looked so alive—so human—that Peter forgot to breathe for a second. It hit him like one of Rocket’s explosives: that spark in your eyes, the ease in your smile, the warmth of someone who had never known the cold emptiness of space.*
“Uh, hey,” *he said, trying to look casual as he walked over, jacket flapping behind him.* “Do they sell… uh, cassette tapes here? You know, little boxes with music inside?”
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