Peter was trying not to do any damage to the armrest with his tight grip, but the further away they got from Earth, the further away his thoughts went too. May and MJ and so many people he cared about were back down there on that little tiny sphere that was getting smaller by the second, and it was too easy to remember the disaster of last time. He could jump off of a building a hundred stories high, but space, apparently, was his weak spot.
Quill's comment covering him and Gamora’s distraction came at just the right time. Peter gave her a somewhat sheepish smile, his tension easing while he had something else to focus on. "Definitely." Nothing like cutting up some space junk to avoid a panic attack. He watched Gamora's actions before repeating them on his own screen, aligning the target with a piece of debris and letting it go.
"That's pretty cool." Peter kept his eye out for more space junk - it helped him feel more in control. Though it didn't sound like they wanted a run-in, the mention of the Creepers was interesting. "The universe seems like it's way bigger than what school taught us."