I came up with this when I was in a really good mood and now that I'm super bummed out this is the only thing that is keeping me happy so here we go. Hope you enjoy <3

Songs used:

Bring It On Home To Me

https://youtu.be/uFDJrKbjvHs

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Things had slowed down on Titan, for the most part.

Which was good for everyone but Peter Parker, who was staring at the girl that was sitting a couple of feet away from him, hugging her knees to her chest. She had a deep, worried look set in her eyes and he could feel the anxiety rolling off of her. 

And right now, he wanted nothing more than to go to her, grab her by her arms, pull her against him, and kiss her right on the lips. Kiss her like there wasn't a tomorrow, kiss her like the world was ending, kiss her like-

Today was the day to do it. 'Cause the world was ending. Peter was about ninety-nine percent sure that it was.

But whenever he thought about that, he would get all sweaty and scared and doubt himself. She was his best friend. That was easy to say. Easy to know. But what wasn't easy to know was how much he was in love with her, and how much of an absolute geek he came off as to her.

All of the "adults" were doing their planning - besides the Star-Lord guy. He was standing off to the side, doing things to the weird guns he carried. 

Peter made a fast decision to get up and walk over there. 

"Uh... Mr. Lord?" he asked.

Star-Lord looked at him, a confused look on his face. "Oh. I get it. Ha ha, kid. So funny."

"What?" Peter replied. "No, I, uh-"

"If you wanna make fun of my name, Spider-Boy-"

"Man, and no, I don't - I don't want to make fun of you. I thought maybe... maybe your name was-"

"My name is Peter Quill," he said.

Peter smiled. "You're Peter? That's awesome. I am Peter Parker." He held out his hand and Quill hesitantly took it for a shake. "I actually wanted to ask something that was maybe a little weird."

"Shoot," Quill said. 

"You have a girlfriend, right?" he asked.

"Uh... yeah," he replied.

"Awesome. So, like, I-"

Quill nodded, running his tongue along his top teeth as he laughed. "You like someone, don't ya, kid?" He pointed to the youngest girl he saw, which was, in fact, the girl Peter liked. "That one right there?"

"Yeah, kinda," Peter said. "I-I was just wondering, and I am totally aware of how stupid this really is, but I was wondering... how did you get your girlfriend to, uh, first notice you. Were you guys friends first?"

"Uh, kinda. Yeah, you can say that. Enemies - she tried to kill me, actually - then cellmates. Then just two people escaping prison together, then kinda friends, then I liked her, she put a dagger to my throat... blah blah blah..."

"Wow," Peter said.

"Yeah. And then I saved her from dying and slowly but surely... bam. We were kissing this morning for sure." He grinned, then his face fell. He pretended to dust off his blasters and take care tucking them back into their place on his belt. "Now she's... now she's gone. I don't know where he took her."

"I-I'm sorry," Peter stammered.

Quill nodded, looking at him. "Kid, if you like that girl, don't waste time being scared."

"I don't want to waste anymore time," Peter said.

"Good. That's good." He nodded and held out a fist. Peter gave Quill a fist bump. 

"But how do you think I should get her, do you think?" Peter whispered. 

"Well... music works." Quill nodded.

"Music?" 

"Yeah, like. My mom gave me this Walkman and these tapes before she died. And some of those songs... man, they really make the girls like you. I don't have the Walkman anymore, but I have a Zune." He dug into his pocket and took it out. He handed Peter the earbuds that went with it.

Peter scrolled through the music. "There are some old songs on here."

"Oh, please. Those songs are the greatest songs ever. And they're bound to get that girl to like you."

"O...kay," Peter said. "Thanks, man." He turned around and walked over to you.

You had the heels of your palms pressed against your eyes now. Peter sank down on the ground next to you. 

"Hey, you okay?"

"I'm thinking about my mom," you whispered. "If she's okay..."

"Yeah, I understand. I keep thinking about May." Peter nodded.

"What will they do if we don't come home?" you asked.

"Hey, don't talk like that. I'll get you home. I will."

"Peter..." You shook your head and started to cry, turning to put your face in your hands.

"Hey, hey, hey. ___, stop, it's okay. Come here." He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. "When I say I'm gonna get you home, I mean it. I am going to get you home."

"You can't promise that," you whispered.

He looked down at you, watching the tears stream down your face. He rubbed his hand up your back and sighed. "Star-Lord gave me his, uh, iPod... thing." He held it out in his palm. "He said we could listen to it."

"Really?" you sniffed. "Music sounds... really great right now."

"Yeah, right?" He smiled and you both sat up. He handed you an earbud and you put it in your ear. He did the same and then scrolled through the songs. He was panicking, so he found one and hit play.

It wasn't a bad song, but it wasn't romantic. Still, Peter lost himself in watching her nod her head to the music. Her eyes were closed, and her eyelids were swollen from crying, but she was still beautiful. Her lips twitched into an almost-smile as she listened.

When the song came to an end, a slower one played. 

It was Bring It On Home To Me by Sam Cooke, and the moment he started to sing, you smiled. "I love this song."

So Peter turned it up.

"Pete, let's go for a walk," you suggested.

So Peter got up and took your hand.

"Don't go far!" Tony shouted after you. "We need to be able to at least hear you."

"Got it, Mr. Stark," Peter said. 

When you were out of sight, you stopped and sighed. "Peter, can you restart the song?"

"Yeah," he said, tapping replay.

"Do you want to dance?" you asked.

"What?"

"I figured... if this is it for us, then we'll probably miss prom." You shrugged. 

"Yeah," he whispered. His heart was in this throat. "Okay, we can dance." 

He turned towards you and put a hand on your waist. The other was still in your hand, and you held that up, smiling sadly. You stepped close to him, one hand going on his shoulder. You closed the space between you and laid your head on his chest.

As you danced with him, he kept his eyes closed, thinking.

Peter would never get to thank Quill for the tip. He would never get to tell you that he loved you, either. When he would die in the next twenty minutes, he would lay on the ground and feel your arms around him. He would tell you that he told you he was going to get you home, and then he would die. The last thing he would hear would be the scream bursting out of your lips.

And Peter Parker would miss prom for his senior year. But you wouldn't.

But for now, as the music changed from the slow pace of Bring It On Home To Me to the fast pace of Southern Nights, you still slow danced. He loved you. You loved him. And you both just enjoyed your last moment of peace.

Peace before the world ends.