[ Charlie would be right -- although at some point the adrenaline that had kept Peter going fades, leaving him stumbling and leaning against Charlie for support. He's tired and aching and one of his eyes is swelling and darkening in a way he just knows is unattractive as fuck.
By the time they're back on the ship, the others are asking what the fuck happened -- apparently the supplies they purchased beat them here -- and Peter merely bites out, "Yondu," and collapses into a seat at the table in the common area. That seems to spur the others into action, and Gamora and Rocket practically fly up into the cockpit to get the Milano moving.
Peter falls forward, pressing his forehead against the cool metal of the table, his arms practically boneless on the surface. ]
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By the time they're back on the ship, the others are asking what the fuck happened -- apparently the supplies they purchased beat them here -- and Peter merely bites out, "Yondu," and collapses into a seat at the table in the common area. That seems to spur the others into action, and Gamora and Rocket practically fly up into the cockpit to get the Milano moving.
Peter falls forward, pressing his forehead against the cool metal of the table, his arms practically boneless on the surface. ]
That coulda gone better.