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*yeah pretty much, we could probably just skip the waiting part if you want-*

*Carlos couldn’t stand doing nothing. He bundled up Max in his bloody coat (Making sure to cover his face) and carried him back to his mobile lab. He lay Max down and began to clean and bandage his wounds as best as he could. He wasn’t going to go to the hospital with a “dead” child – people would have questions*

*as Carlos cleaned the stab wounds, he noticed how many other cuts and scraps Max had, most of which were on his arms… a few minutes after Carlos finished patching him up, he awoke with a gasp, shaking and panting softly as he looked around*

*Carlos was startled and he dropped the first aid kit he was putting away. He looked at Max with wide eyes and quickly rushed to his side.* Oh thank God! I was worried – are you okay, Max? How are you feeling??

*he put a hand over one of the stab wounds, taking a moment to look over the bandages* i.. i-i’m alright i guess, for just coming back from the dead *he chuckles slightly, glancing around* .. where are we..?

Oh – we’re at my mobile lab. I… I didn’t wanna just leave you there, or wait out in the open so… I brought you here to patch you up. I… I hope that was okay, Max… Sorry, I wasn’t able to ask.

*he rubs the back of his neck, glancing away* i-it’s alright.. i don’t think i’ve ever been to your camp.. *he looks down at himself* th-thanks for patching me up while i was.. away

I… had no idea about what else to do. There… were a lot more wounds than I was expecting.

*he frowned softly* oh… wh-where’s my hoodie..?

Oh, it’s… it’s over with my labcoat. *Carlos pointed to a rubbish bag with what looked like blood smeared on the inside* I… I need to go get some Oxyclean or something to clean all that. *He looked at Max* I guess some new clothes for you wouldn’t be a bad idea too, until these get clean.

now all that’s left to do is tell max!

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Yeah… okay. Just… be gentle about it. Politely curious. Okay.

*Looks at the tent* Hey, uh… hey Max? It’s me, Carlos. @dedmaxsearchhistory

*he looked the drawing over before glancing away* where did you find it?

Like I said, someone threw it at me. I was at my camp site working on some samples I collected. It’s not from Angela – it’s not her drawing style.

well.. not that i really care cause it’s not mine, but what do you think about it?

*Looks at Anons with a ‘see what I meant?’ face* Well, I’m really flattered by it, honestly. I… I don’t get many drawings of myself. So… I’m happy that someone well enough of me to draw it.

*he holds back a smile, putting his hands in his pockets* well, i’m sure you’ll figure out who drew it sooner or later

I’m sure I will. They’re probably… right in front of me.

*a look of ‘oh shyt’ crossed his face as he glanced away* uhh.. what ?

Metaphorically speaking. Or… maybe not so metaphorically? *Carlos smiles at him. Nothing but kindness in his expression*

i.. *he sighed* yeah okay, i drew it, but it flew out of my notebook before it was done~~, i wasn’t even sure if i wanted to show anyone..~~

It… flew out? Ah… so I’m assuming the Grey-faces stole it from you. Okay. Did… did you want it back?

*he shrugs softly* i don’t really care, so you can keep it if you want..

*Carlos smiled at Max* Thanks, buddy. I’ll make sure to put it someplace safe when I get back to my camp.

*he smiles back* thanks..!

Thank you. Hey… do you wanna sign it real quickly for me?

*he glances away* i dunno.. i could probably grab a crayon

*Carlos smiles wider.* I’d like it if you would.

*he smiles back, quickly stepping into the tent for a moment before coming back out with a crayon*

*Carlos held out the picture for him*

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*yeah pretty much, we could probably just skip the waiting part if you want-*

*Carlos couldn’t stand doing nothing. He bundled up Max in his bloody coat (Making sure to cover his face) and carried him back to his mobile lab. He lay Max down and began to clean and bandage his wounds as best as he could. He wasn’t going to go to the hospital with a “dead” child – people would have questions*

*as Carlos cleaned the stab wounds, he noticed how many other cuts and scraps Max had, most of which were on his arms… a few minutes after Carlos finished patching him up, he awoke with a gasp, shaking and panting softly as he looked around*

*Carlos was startled and he dropped the first aid kit he was putting away. He looked at Max with wide eyes and quickly rushed to his side.* Oh thank God! I was worried – are you okay, Max? How are you feeling??

*he put a hand over one of the stab wounds, taking a moment to look over the bandages* i.. i-i’m alright i guess, for just coming back from the dead *he chuckles slightly, glancing around* .. where are we..?

Oh – we’re at my mobile lab. I… I didn’t wanna just leave you there, or wait out in the open so… I brought you here to patch you up. I… I hope that was okay, Max… Sorry, I wasn’t able to ask.

*he rubs the back of his neck, glancing away* i-it’s alright.. i don’t think i’ve ever been to your camp.. *he looks down at himself* th-thanks for patching me up while i was.. away

I… had no idea about what else to do. There… were a lot more wounds than I was expecting.

now all that’s left to do is tell max!

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Yeah… okay. Just… be gentle about it. Politely curious. Okay.

*Looks at the tent* Hey, uh… hey Max? It’s me, Carlos. @dedmaxsearchhistory

*he looked the drawing over before glancing away* where did you find it?

Like I said, someone threw it at me. I was at my camp site working on some samples I collected. It’s not from Angela – it’s not her drawing style.

well.. not that i really care cause it’s not mine, but what do you think about it?

*Looks at Anons with a ‘see what I meant?’ face* Well, I’m really flattered by it, honestly. I… I don’t get many drawings of myself. So… I’m happy that someone well enough of me to draw it.

*he holds back a smile, putting his hands in his pockets* well, i’m sure you’ll figure out who drew it sooner or later

I’m sure I will. They’re probably… right in front of me.

*a look of ‘oh shyt’ crossed his face as he glanced away* uhh.. what ?

Metaphorically speaking. Or… maybe not so metaphorically? *Carlos smiles at him. Nothing but kindness in his expression*

i.. *he sighed* yeah okay, i drew it, but it flew out of my notebook before it was done~~, i wasn’t even sure if i wanted to show anyone..~~

It… flew out? Ah… so I’m assuming the Grey-faces stole it from you. Okay. Did… did you want it back?

*he shrugs softly* i don’t really care, so you can keep it if you want..

*Carlos smiled at Max* Thanks, buddy. I’ll make sure to put it someplace safe when I get back to my camp.

*he smiles back* thanks..!

Thank you. Hey… do you wanna sign it real quickly for me?

*he glances away* i dunno.. i could probably grab a crayon

*Carlos smiles wider.* I’d like it if you would.

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Yondu nods and heads for the door stopping to listen.

Peter huffs. “I just……. I want a real family…… like carlos……”

Kraglin was struck silent for a moment. They… Peter didn’t think they were a real family?

Well of course not. Ravagers aren’t very good at making family units, so of course Peter wouldn’t think they were.

“Right…. okay,” Kraglin said flatly. “Iffin’ that’s what you think. Sorry, Pete… I wish things couldda turned out better for ya.”

“That came out wrong…I meant….. God’s I sounded like a ass hole. Your my bro Krags… I just what I meant was…. a family with non ravager things. You know…. go planet side… shop… have lunch… play around like idiots…..celebrate birthdays and holidays……”

Kraglin just shook his head. “Nah, Pete… you got a point. You have wants that the Ravagers… haven’t been able to give ya. I get it… as much as I can. You’re the one who actually had a taste of family life before, after all. I didn’t.”

Looks to him and felt even more like a ass. “Guess I’m greedy. I want more of what you never had. I mean at least I experienced it for a while…. you never did…..Krags….. I’m sorry I’m such a ass hole. A greedy one. I should be happy to even have a family… no matter how big of dicks it can be at times….” Smiles at him walking over and presses against him with a little whine that kraglins species would use at times.

Kraglin blinked at Peter, but sighed and hugged him. “You ain’t greedy, Pete. Just different. Yondu’s doin’ his best for you. And we’re here now, on Earth with Carlos and them… don’t have the other Ravagers to worry about here.”

Peter nods and just hugs him tighter. “I love you bro. I’m sorry what I said…. I didn’t mean it… I just…. You know…”

Kraglin nodded. “Yeah… I know.” Still didn’t mean there was anything Kraglin could do about it though. He hated that.

Kisses his cheek and snuggles. “Remember we have to avoid the dairy for you here.” But maybe we can get Carlos to take us for icecream and well just have you get a fruit one.”

“If it’s fruit where does the cream come in?” Kraglin asked. It didn’t make sense to him.

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*yeah pretty much, we could probably just skip the waiting part if you want-*

*Carlos couldn’t stand doing nothing. He bundled up Max in his bloody coat (Making sure to cover his face) and carried him back to his mobile lab. He lay Max down and began to clean and bandage his wounds as best as he could. He wasn’t going to go to the hospital with a “dead” child – people would have questions*

*as Carlos cleaned the stab wounds, he noticed how many other cuts and scraps Max had, most of which were on his arms… a few minutes after Carlos finished patching him up, he awoke with a gasp, shaking and panting softly as he looked around*

*Carlos was startled and he dropped the first aid kit he was putting away. He looked at Max with wide eyes and quickly rushed to his side.* Oh thank God! I was worried – are you okay, Max? How are you feeling??

*he put a hand over one of the stab wounds, taking a moment to look over the bandages* i.. i-i’m alright i guess, for just coming back from the dead *he chuckles slightly, glancing around* .. where are we..?

Oh – we’re at my mobile lab. I… I didn’t wanna just leave you there, or wait out in the open so… I brought you here to patch you up. I… I hope that was okay, Max… Sorry, I wasn’t able to ask.

now all that’s left to do is tell max!

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Yeah… okay. Just… be gentle about it. Politely curious. Okay.

*Looks at the tent* Hey, uh… hey Max? It’s me, Carlos. @dedmaxsearchhistory

*he looked the drawing over before glancing away* where did you find it?

Like I said, someone threw it at me. I was at my camp site working on some samples I collected. It’s not from Angela – it’s not her drawing style.

well.. not that i really care cause it’s not mine, but what do you think about it?

*Looks at Anons with a ‘see what I meant?’ face* Well, I’m really flattered by it, honestly. I… I don’t get many drawings of myself. So… I’m happy that someone well enough of me to draw it.

*he holds back a smile, putting his hands in his pockets* well, i’m sure you’ll figure out who drew it sooner or later

I’m sure I will. They’re probably… right in front of me.

*a look of ‘oh shyt’ crossed his face as he glanced away* uhh.. what ?

Metaphorically speaking. Or… maybe not so metaphorically? *Carlos smiles at him. Nothing but kindness in his expression*

i.. *he sighed* yeah okay, i drew it, but it flew out of my notebook before it was done~~, i wasn’t even sure if i wanted to show anyone..~~

It… flew out? Ah… so I’m assuming the Grey-faces stole it from you. Okay. Did… did you want it back?

*he shrugs softly* i don’t really care, so you can keep it if you want..

*Carlos smiled at Max* Thanks, buddy. I’ll make sure to put it someplace safe when I get back to my camp.

*he smiles back* thanks..!

Thank you. Hey… do you wanna sign it real quickly for me?

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Carlos smiled. “Absolutely,” he said. “You are welcome to ‘ring’ me whenever, Hancock. On the phone, that is.. heheh.” Okay, that was a terrible joke. Hancock probably didn’t even get it.

He didn’t quite get it, but the redhead let out a chuckle nonetheless, not wanting to be rude. “I’ll keep that in mind, handsome. It’d be nice to have my own personal tour guide if I ever get over there, ‘specially one so good looking.”

Carlos glanced at Hancock. Was the flirting serious? Well, Carlos wasn’t exactly discouraging him with the ‘ring’ joke (alluding to a proposition of marriage – he was being completely silly regarding that).

“You should see my dad – he’s the real cute one of the family,” Carlos told him with a grin.

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*yeah pretty much, we could probably just skip the waiting part if you want-*

*Carlos couldn’t stand doing nothing. He bundled up Max in his bloody coat (Making sure to cover his face) and carried him back to his mobile lab. He lay Max down and began to clean and bandage his wounds as best as he could. He wasn’t going to go to the hospital with a “dead” child – people would have questions*

*as Carlos cleaned the stab wounds, he noticed how many other cuts and scraps Max had, most of which were on his arms… a few minutes after Carlos finished patching him up, he awoke with a gasp, shaking and panting softly as he looked around*

*Carlos was startled and he dropped the first aid kit he was putting away. He looked at Max with wide eyes and quickly rushed to his side.* Oh thank God! I was worried – are you okay, Max? How are you feeling??

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*Carlos couldn’t stand doing nothing. He bundled up Max in his bloody coat (Making sure to cover his face) and carried him back to his mobile lab. He lay Max down and began to clean and bandage his wounds as best as he could. He wasn’t going to go to the hospital with a “dead” child – people would have questions*