First time‘s miracle
“No, this can’t be”, Peter’s mind just screamed incoherently as he realized what was happening. What was Yondu doing. Maybe he spoke out loud, because Yondu tried to smile at him reassuringly, and Peter was not able to think, to smile back, he couldn’t do anything else than staring as the man who had raised him was dieing slowly, like Peter did with Gamora once…
Gamora. He saved her that time.
Peter grabbed his helmet. He had to open up his spacesuit for a moment - it felt so much longer than that, the freezing cold and the unbearable pressure nearly paralized him, but he managed to close back his suit. The clicking sound as he attached the helmet to someone, the familiar humming of the forming metal couldn’t calm down Quil this time. He prayed. He has no idea, who would listen to him - especially after he killed his biological father, a literal god, okay, celestial, whatever, just a few seconds ago - but he didn’t care. He wanted Yondu to live and if someone would appear here to bargain with for his life, he would have done it.
No one came. But Yondu was still breathing under the helmet, pained little panting. The equipment was not desinged to sustain life in open space, and as the remainings of Ego’s planet slowly disappeared from beneath them it started to failing him, it won’t be enough for long now…
“GAMORA!!!” Peter screamed and hoped and prayed for help. Where were his friends? He trusted them. They couldn’t betray him, not now, not when Yondu’s life was depending on them…
A ship appeared, like an answer for his prayer. The last bits of Ego’s planet fell apart.
The load opened up, and Peter cried as he felt the floor under himself. He slowly lowered Yondu’s body to it. Was he dead? He waited until he felt the pressure normalizing and temperature rising, and only after then he opened up the helmet.
Yondu was breathing, slowly and not steadily, but he was breathing. Peter collapsed on him.
“Dad”, he panted, first time ever in his life saying out loud this word and meaning it.