He groaned, feeling something moving on top of him. He hadn't recalled going to bed with someone this time around - surely not. Slowly, Peter opened his eyes. They immediately widened as a orange beak came into view.
Okay, maybe he flung a couple onto the floor by accident in his startled state, whacking his own head on something as he scrambled out of bed. Peter frowned, taking very small steps back. That wasn't a chick that he had picked up from one of the planets they passed by! They weren't even humanoid! They were baby chicks! And, they....were following him.
"You even have space helmets on."
He shook his head, running a hand down his face. Peter knew that Yondu had snuck off with Rocket, most likely because the Racoon had dragged his space-dad into it. But, he could enjoy the fact that he could shout that he was a chick magnet and see whether anyone was going to take the bait. "Yondu! Imma chick-magnet!"