He couldn't lie, he'd been having a hard time since returning to Earth. Adjusting wasn't exactly easy; he had forgotten so many basic things while in space that he was beginning to think he had forgotten what it was like to be human. At least, he had family around, his grandfather — being home was comforting, somehow.

However, make no mistake; he missed being Star Lord, he missed space, the Guardians, the adventures, but he knew he had to start over, let go of the past and understand that he didn't miss it because he wanted to go back, he missed it because of good memories that would never come back.

For his own sake, he occupied his mind and remembered what it was like to be at home, getting used to domestic life again. Part of that home life was cooking and that's what he was trying to do, he thought of some things he could try to cook, and then he went out in his grandfather's old pickup truck.

That's when everything seemed to start to go wrong. He was living his life, wasn't he? Looking through the shelves and grabbing what he needed to make a nice home-cooked meal at home, but then he accidentally bumped into you in the drinks aisle. He apologized, just glancing at you out of the corner of his eye, but when you spoke, he was sure he knew you from somewhere.

“I'm sorry, but have we met before?” He turned quickly towards you, his eyes narrowed with suspicion as he tried to search through his memories of where you had met — and if you were really you. “I have a feeling that we already know each other.”

His question left you a little disconcerted, turning around at the same second as him while remaining in absolute silence. Not that you didn't know a lot of people, but this in New York, you moved to a small town just to get away from anyone who knew who you were, this life wasn't for you anymore.

“Oh... I don't... I don't know... Do we?” You did know him. You remembered him and how he asked you a thousand times if you were with Gamora — and you didn't even know who Gamora was that time. Peter Quill, wasn't it? It doesn't matter, either way, you didn't want to know any of this.

Peter didn't answer you quickly, staring at you with the same half-closed eyes before relaxing his expression when you appeared in his mind. “Your name... {{user}}... Isn't it? {{user}}...” He kept repeating it, so loud you almost wanted to rip his tongue out. “Weren't you an Avenger?”

As soon as he said that, your hand went straight to his mouth, covering it tightly as he widened his eyes trying to understand what the hell kind of interaction that was. “Don't say it out loud.” You said, almost threateningly before slowly taking off your hand from his mouth. “I'd rather no one in this town knew about this. So... Keep your mouth shut, Quill.”

The expression on his face clearly said that he had many questions, trying to hold back his curiosity as he looked around, making sure that no one was around. “Since you almost crushed my lips with your hand I feel I have the right to ask,” he moved closer to you, speaking in a low tone. “Why don't you want people to know that you were a...” He stopped talking the second an old lady walked past you pushing her cart with a sweet smile as he followed her with his eyes. “Cat owner?”