make me know you really care.

Amanda bit her lip and hissed slightly as she looked at the bruised shoulder. "Well, good thing it isn't dislocated...but it might be fractured." She observed.

Peter let out a small sarcastic laugh. Fucking great. This was just getting better and better and oh, oh he wished he hadn’t complied with Nova Prime’s request for him to go to Earth. This Infinity Stone shit was way more trouble than it was worth. “Then you might as well leave me alone ‘cause you’re not going to be able to do shit about it here,” he said. He hated how bitter he sounded. God, he was making a complete ass of himself but at the same time he couldn’t bring himself to do anything about it. "I just want to call my friends, get my ship and get the hell off this planet already."

Steve glanced at Amanda. He didn’t want her to lose it with Peter even if he was being a dick. He kind of understood what the kid was going though.

Amanda exhaled slowly. Her instinct was to slap Peter upside the head, but she couldn't do that. "Remember what I said earlier about sarcasm not helping? That still applies here, Quill." She put her glass down and headed to the kitchen.

Steve glanced at Quill one last time before following Amanda. “Is he always that infuriating?” He asked. “I think we should probably get you and Quill off to bed, let you sleep for a few hours, then we can go through the file Tony has, get everyone on the same page.”

"I've known him for about six hours, and the answer is yes." Amanda sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Honestly, Steve, I appreciate the help...but I don't think I can sleep right now."

"At least try okay?" Steve shot her a half smile. "For me."

Amanda smiled slightly and nodded. "I guess I can try..." She spoke.

"Then try," Steve told her. "And get Quill to get some sleep too."

"Steve, with all due respect, I can't get him to do anything... but let me take a hot shower and I'll try." Amanda spoke softly.

"We can always sneak him a sedative," Steve told her.

Amanda nodded her head, a small smile on her face. "That just might work, Cap."

Cap smiled. "Go on, sleep, stop stalling." And then, before Amanda could talk to him more, he left the room.

Amanda rolled her eyes. "Steven Rogers, if you think I'm sleeping in the kitchen, you're dreaming. I'm taking a shower and then I'm gonna sleep in the guest room." She gave Steve a bear hug before heading to the elevator.

Peter was still just sitting there.

About half an hour later, Amanda headed downstairs to see Peter still sitting on the couch, Tony and Steve each in an armchair. "I'm gonna go to bed... you gonna be okay, Quill?" She asked, looking Peter in the eye.

Peter nodded but otherwise kept quiet. He had his knees drawn up to his chest and deliberately avoided meeting Amanda in the eye.

Amanda sighed softly. "Make sure he doesn't fly out of any more windows." She spoke to Tony before heading up the stairs.

Peter just stared into space for fuck knows how long.

Amanda couldn't sleep. She rarely got a full night's sleep-- not since New York. Amanda sighed softly and bit her bottom lip, looking out the window.