"Cough, cough cough!"
"Yondu?"
Peter Quill, who had been packing his luggage, turned around and cried out in surprise.
At the doorway of the sleeping quarters, Yondu Udonta darted his eyes around uncertainly, seemingly avoiding Peter's gaze.
He pulled a half-curved silver-gray device from behind his waist and casually tossed it into Peter's arms.
"Cough. Every one of that man's subordinates is terrifying. I figure there must be plenty of capable people on your home planet too. Since you're a kid who came out of our Ravagers corps, you can't be too far behind the rest!"
Peter Quill looked at the curved armor plate Yondu had given him, then fumbled as he pressed it against the back of his neck.
The plate swiftly extended and assembled itself, covering Peter's entire head. Apart from his brown hair still sticking out, it became a fully enclosed silver-gray helmet. Its eye section glowed red, and the overall design had a distinctly retro-futuristic style.
"Starhawk Stakar gave this to me back then. He saved me from the Kree's slave warriors and led me onto the path of the Ravagers. He was my best... Anyway, I don't have any use for this anymore. Take it."
Before Peter could respond, Yondu flicked the hem of his reddish-brown trench coat and vanished as though fleeing.
Peter touched the section atop his head covered by an energy mesh. It turned out to be just right for exposing Yondu's Yaka Arrow sensor fin. He tapped one side of the helmet with a finger, and it retracted into its original form.
The young "Star-Lord" lowered his head and looked at his suitcase. Resting on top was the photon pistol Yondu had used when first teaching him to shoot at the age of eight.
After a long while, he silently closed