C150 I’m Star-Lord (Patreon)

The next day, Peter woke up feeling a sense of anticipation. He had a lot on his mind: dealing with Bucky, finding Captain America, and finally receiving his reward for helping root out Hydra. There was so much to do.

‘I should do some fly-by scans to find Capsicle's exact location…’ With this in mind, Peter made his way to the hangar, intent on taking a ship out. ‘I think he crashed in the North Atlantic Ocean…’

As he stepped into the hangar, Peter was taken aback by the sight of the Jedi seemingly preparing to leave. The hangar was bustling with activity as they loaded their ships, the hum of engines filling the air. Peter hurried his pace, a sense of urgency gripping him.

"Master Yoda, Master Windu!" he called out, his voice echoing in the vast space.

Yoda turned, his wise eyes meeting Peter's. "Ah, young Quill, surprised, you seem."

Peter nodded, his brow furrowed. "I didn’t know you were leaving so soon. I thought you’d be staying longer."

Yoda gave a small nod. "Leave, we must. The Republic, questions it will ask, if gone for much longer we are."

Peter felt a pang of disappointment. He had hoped to spend more time with his masters. "I understand," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "But I was really hoping you guys could stay longer. There's so much I wanted to show you."

Mace Windu stepped forward, his expression stern but kind. "We understand, Peter. However, not all of us will be leaving."

Peter's eyes widened in surprise and hope. "Really?"

Yoda's ears perked up as he smiled gently. "Yes. Stay, Master Windu will, along with a couple dozen other Jedi."

Peter's mood brightened considerably. "That's great! So, does that mean you're going to build a temple here on Earth?"

Windu nodded. "Indeed. We’ve realized that Earth needs our guidance, especially with the emergence of mutants. They need someone to help steer them in the right direction, as you said."

Peter felt a surge of relief. "Thank you. I've been worried about what will happen with the mutants. There's already so much hatred and fear. Maybe with your help, we can change that."

Yoda nodded sagely, his expression serious. "Agree, we do. Help assimilate mutants peacefully, we must. Quell the hatred, and gain a new ally, we hope."

Peter nodded, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. "That’s a relief..."

Yoda's gaze softened. "Grave, your warnings we take. That is why, work on an escape plan, I will. In case the Republic turns its back on the Jedi, a fallback point this new temple will be."

Peter smiled, happy that Yoda was taking his warnings seriously. "I'm glad you're considering it. You never know what could happen, especially with Dooku acting so strangely..."

Yoda frowned at the mention of his former student, though he didn’t let it affect him for long. He nodded in agreement before giving Peter a gentle but pointed look. "In return, a warning, I give you." He paused, staring directly at Peter. "Beware attachment to this world and its people. Attachment, a path that leads to suffering, it is. Kind you are, but the Jedi way, it is not.”

Peter met Yoda’s gaze steadily, his smile fading into a thoughtful expression. “Maybe it should be...” he countered simply, “You know, I try to keep my opinions about the Force and the Jedi to myself, but this time, I think I’ll speak up. Since this may be the last time I see you for a while, Master...”

Windu raises a brow, nearly letting out a scoff. ‘Since when does he keep his opinion to himself?’

Peter stared Yoda square in the eyes. “Just because attachment can lead to suffering doesn’t mean it will. And even if it does, I can handle it. I’m not some coddled padawan who’s never felt pain or sorrow. I’ve been through enough to know that suffering is part of existence. You can’t spend your whole life avoiding it; you have to face it head-on and with courage.”

“The problem comes when you coddle and shelter Padawans from the real world, raising them to ignore their emotions. By doing so, you deny them the opportunity to learn resilience and emotional strength. They need to experience and understand their feelings to grow into well-rounded Jedi who can handle the complexities of life without the constant fear of falling to the Darkside.”

Yoda fell silent, his expression contemplative. The young man’s words struck a deep chord, challenging the very principles he had followed for centuries.

Surprising both Windu and Peter, Yoda replied, “Right, you may be... but wrong, you could also be...” Without another word, Yoda turned away, preparing to leave, Peter’s words gnawing at him.

…

Moments later, Peter, Windu, and the rest of the Jedi who were staying on Earth watched as the rest of the Jedi Fleet began to take off. The ships ascended from the Red Room hangar, their engines humming as they lifted into the sky.

The sight was both awe-inspiring and bittersweet. Peter felt a mixture of pride and sadness as he watched them go, knowing that the Jedi's presence had profoundly impacted Earth and would continue their influence through those that remained.

As the last ship disappeared into the sky, Peter turned to Windu and the remaining Jedi. "Alright, let's get to work on that temple. We've got a lot to do."

Together, they began to discuss the plans for the new Jedi Temple on Earth, each step bringing them closer to a brighter future for mutants and humans alike.

…

A few hours after Yoda and the Jedi fleet had departed, the Red Room felt quieter, but the sense of purpose remained strong. Peter found himself in conversation with Windu, discussing the practicalities of establishing a new Jedi Temple on Earth.

Peter leaned against a table, arms crossed, as he spoke. "You can use the Red Room as a temporary temple until we can get a proper one built. It's got the space and the resources we need to start training and organizing."

Windu nodded thoughtfully. "That is a viable solution for the short term. However, building a new temple will require significant resources, and this planet likely won't accept Republican credits either..."

Peter shrugged, a confident smile on his face. "Getting start-up capital will be easier than you think. Either you can rely on Peggy and the government to provide the funds, or if you'd rather be more self-reliant, I can think of about a dozen ways to become rich here on earth."

Windu raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Such as?"

"Well," Peter began, ticking off options on his fingers, "you could start a company with some of the technology that Earth doesn't have yet. Trust me, with the right patents, you'll make a fortune in no time. Or, if you want something a bit more simple, you could go asteroid mining with your ships and sell the metal. There's plenty of ways to make money here, so funding the temple shouldn't be a problem."

Windu seemed thoughtful, weighing the options. "Both approaches have merit. It would be beneficial to be self-reliant, but working with the government could also foster good relations."

As Peter was about to offer up a few more money-making ideas, the door to the room suddenly hissed open, and Peggy walked in, her expression urgent. "Sorry to interrupt," she said, her tone brisk. "Peter, I need to speak with you. It's important..."

Peter glanced at Windu, who gave a slight nod. "We'll continue this conversation later," he said to the Jedi Master before turning to follow Peggy out of the room.

Peter walked quickly beside Peggy, sensing the urgency in her stride. "What's going on?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.

Peggy's eyes were focused ahead, her voice low but intense. "We have to go somewhere..."

Peter nodded slowly, his curiosity piqued. "Lead the way."

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A few hours later, Peter found himself boarding a military helicopter with Peggy, the rotors slicing through the air as they flew across the country. He settled into his seat, casting curious glances at Peggy, who remained tight-lipped about their destination. The helicopter soared through the sky, the landscape below them a blur of greens and browns.

Peter tried to probe for answers. "So, where exactly are we heading?"

Peggy shook her head, a slight smile playing on her lips. "You'll see when we get there. Just be patient."

Peter sighed, resigning himself to the mystery. He watched the scenery pass by, his mind wandering to the events of the past few days…

After what felt like an eternity, the helicopter began its descent, and Peter saw their destination coming into view: the Hoover Dam in New York. The massive structure loomed below, its concrete face imposing and majestic.

The helicopter touched down on a landing pad near the dam, in what seemed to be a restricted area. “Come on, follow me…” Peggy stepped out.

“…” Peter silently followed Peggy as they disembarked, his eyes wandering over the area.

Before them stood a giant, heavily guarded bunker door with 'S-7' emblazoned on it. Soldiers snapped to attention and saluted Peggy as they passed.

After a few words from Peggy, the bunker door slowly opened, revealing a dimly lit interior. They stepped inside, the door closing behind them with a heavy thud.

Peggy led him through a series of corridors, the atmosphere growing more tense and secretive. Finally, she turned to Peter and said, "Welcome to Sector Seven, one of Shield’s most heavily guarded secrets."

Peter's curiosity grew with each step they took deeper into the complex. 'This all seems so familiar for some reason...' He couldn't quite place it, but it felt like he knew this place from somewhere.

"Okay... why am I here?" Peter asked, unable to bear the suspense any longer.

Peggy stopped in front of a secure door with a biometric scanner. "Because I owe you a debt, and I intend to pay up, even if the World Security Council doesn’t like it..."

Peter's eyes widened, anticipation bubbling up inside him. "You mean…?"

Peggy smirked, nodding. "Yes, you said you wanted what was powering Project Pegasus. Well, here it is…"

She placed her hand on the scanner, which confirmed her identity with a beep. A second later, the door hissed open, revealing a wide-open room bathed in soft, white light.

In the center of the room stood a massive metal cube, the size of a small building. Its surface was intricately covered in runes and glyphs from an unknown civilization, glowing faintly with an electric light.

The sheer presence of the artifact was awe-inspiring, emanating a powerful energy that seemed to hum through the air. The room itself felt charged, as if the cube held a significant, almost mystical importance.

Peggy gestured towards the cube. "Peter, I present to you, the Cube."

Peter's mouth dropped open as he took in the sight of the massive artifact, his eyes tracing the intricate symbols etched into its surface. "This is..." he murmured, feeling the weight of its significance. ‘The AllSpark?!’

[Insert picture of the AllSpark here]

A/N: 1900 words :) As you can see, I’ve decided to add Transformers into the mix. It’s technically Marvel so it works.