You Belong to Me

By NukaCola101

DISCLAIMER: All characters are copyrighted by Disney/Marvel. I own nothing.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I've been wanting to write a Peter/Gamora story for some time now and I finally got inspiration when I was listening to the song "You Belong To Me" by Joan Stafford (I tend to listen to the BioShock soundtracks whenever I write and the songs are often incorporated in most of my stories in one way or another). Read and Review!


Gamora gazed dreamily out from her hotel balcony, admiring the sunset. This impromptu getaway was what she needed! After all, being stuck aboard the Milano with her team mates was becoming monotonous.

The former assassin had grown to enjoy her new companions ever since she, Drax, Rocket and Groot and Peter Quill banded together to stop the late Ronan the Accuser from taking over the galaxy. By harnessing the power of the Infinity Stone and using it to gain the upper hand, the band of misfits had becoming the Guardians of the Galaxy, sworn to stop their enemies from performing unspeakable acts. It was what Gamora wanted after abandoning her loyalty to her adoptive father Thanos: to finally be able to seek redemption from all her former discretions in the name of the Mad Titan.

But now that she had achieved this, Gamora wondered if there was something more for her to gain. She had found some closure in acting as a Guardian, but the woman still felt as if there was more to out there to make her life more complete.

In the year since the group had formed, Gamora had come to accept her new partners as family. They were an odd bunch, to say the least. The brute known as Drax the Destroyer was eager to get into scraps and scuffles; ready to prove his strength and prowess to anyone who was weak. But he showed a caring, compassionate side when it came to the well-being of his friends (given how Drax had been a devoted husband and father before). Rocket and Groot where totally opposites, yet they complimented one another. For every brash and rude remark the raccoon made, the tall tree counteracted Rocket's behavior with quiet and thoughtful actions. Regardless, the ex-bounty hunters always did the right thing when it mattered the most.

And then there was Peter. The Terran was equal parts brave and stupid, but he was a capable leader. Gamora's thoughts started to drift about how she felt about the man. From her first meeting with him, the stories about how much of a punk the self-proclaimed Star-Lord was apparent. Peter acted like a rebellious teenager; picking fights and questioning authority. As with most immature individuals, Peter also showcased his womanizer side. Gamora remembered falling under his spell as he flirted with her at that bar on Knowhere. He lured her in with his music, telling her sweet nothings as they drew close to one another in a kiss. But the warrior quickly came to her senses and threatened the thief with her knife. Peter backed down, actually displaying some smarts for once.

But her opinion changed when Peter unselfishly risked his own life to save Gamora's. She was near death, floating in space after her craft was blown to bits and Peter gave up his mask in order to provide oxygen for her. When the two were aboard Yondu's ship, Gamora saw the Terran's concerned looks as she came to. At the time, Gamora only cared about the orb and nothing more. Now that time had passed and she could reflect on that incident, Gamora realized that there was more to the thief than his puckish attitude and flirtatious air. Peter really did care about others and was willing to sacrifice himself in order to help them.

After that, Gamora and Peter had grown to respect one another and valued each other's strength and contributions to the team. The two had become good friends and while many people often questioned if they were something more, both the former thief and assassin shrugged it off, not caring what others thought.

But Gamora was now reconsidering this. Over time, the woman's feelings toward Peter had changed. Maybe this was the reason why she took this vacation away from the crew: it was not for some "alone time", it was to analyze her conflicting feelings about Peter.

Am I… she pondered to herself. Ridiculous! She had not time to be in a romantic relationship! In fact, it was the furthest thing Gamora wanted. And yet…all the other times she was with Peter made the woman grow fonder of him.


One day while the Milano was at a space port refueling and restocking supplies, Peter presented Gamora with a present. He handed her a troll doll. Now, given from what Gamora had known about the man, Peter had various knick-knacks from Terra that he had grown up with. One common item in his nostalgic collection scattered in the ship where these ugly toys. She didn't understand the appeal of the toy, but found it charming whenever Peter gushed over them.

"I got you one of your own!" he grinned as Gamora eyed the toy in her hand.

The troll doll was unlike the ones she saw on the Milano. The doll's skin was green like Gamora's own and dressed in a silver futuristic dress with a ringed planet printed on it. The troll's wild hair was a bright magenta hue, just like Gamora's own ombre locks.

"Wow." was all she could say. Peter noticed her unimpressed gaze and remedied the situation.

"I bought it because it reminds me of you."

"Really now?!" Gamora glared at the Terran in annoyance. Surely Peter didn't have the guts to compare the most dangerous woman in all of space to a horrid plaything now!

"Hey now! I didn't mean it like that!" Peter stammered.

"You better have a good explanation how I am like this, this…creature or must I force it out of you?"

"OK, OK! This troll doll makes me think of you because it's a space adventurer just like you. You've seen your fair share of the galaxy like have, maybe even more. Plus, its dress looks like the one you have worn on occasion, Gamora. You look beautiful in a dress; you should really wear it more often."

The dress Peter mentioned was a leather skirt and jacket with matching boots Gamora wore after the group's heroic efforts in saving Xandar. At the time, it felt good to wear something other than pants, but after hearing Peter's sincere comment, Gamora smiled.

"Thank you for the gift, Peter. I will treasure it always."

"You're welcome, Gamora." He replied.

She had placed the toy in her bunk afterwards. Even now, that troll doll Peter gave her was present in her hotel room. Gamora had propped it on the nightstand, gazing at it with a soft smile on her face, enjoying the symbolism of the man's good gesture toward her.

While presents where thoughtful, Gamora was reminded of her intimate conversations with Peter. The often occurred late at night when the others were asleep. The silence of the night with only the low humming of the ship to provide ambiance made Peter and Gamora's private met-ups even more special. Often the two would "talk shop" (as Peter would call discussing missions). But this soon gave way to more personal subjects.

One night after going over potential leads, the topic of mothers came up. This was spurred when Peter had mentioned that his late mother's birthday was coming up. He often retreated alone to his bunk when that day came, closing his door and playing his mother's mix tapes she had made quietly. This let the crew know that he didn't want to be disturbed…but this year, Gamora wanted to try something new.

"Peter…may I join you this time?"

"What?! Why?"

"Because it's not good to morn alone."

She knew that Peter's mother had passed away from cancer years ago when he was still a boy. Losing a parent that young was terrible and it was feeling Gamora herself knew all too well. She was a young girl (much younger than Peter had been) when her own mother was cruelly taken away from her by Thanos. Unlike Peter who could recall fond memories of his own mother, Gamora could not. This made relating to Peter difficult at times, but perhaps her presence would make this sad event the Terran partook every year less miserable.

"I may not be able to recall specific memories of my own mother, but I know how you are feeling right now. I used to isolate myself whenever I thought about my mother's death. But then after meeting you, you made me realize that it is better to comfort others who share the same pain as you. We were able to help Drax overcome his loss…and I wish to comfort you by being by your side while not only remembering your mother, but my own as well; despite my memories of her are vague to say the least."

Peter stared at her while Gamora was speaking to him. He didn't expect the tough-as-nails former informant of Thanos to be this candid. And yet, her offer to be with Peter as he paid his respects to his mother made him realize that Gamora wasn't as tough as she lead others to believe. She was kind-hearted and empathetic too.

"OK." He said, grateful for her added companionship.

"Thank you. But I was wondering if we could do something different."

"Like what?"

What Gamora suggested was what the two did just before she took off on her getaway. They had made a detour to a nearby planet that hosted a memorial garden. With the help of Groot, the tree man produced several flowers to which Peter and Gamora planted next to a small stone tablet she had purchased. The tablet read "In Memory of Mother". Once the flowers where in the ground, the two stood in a moment of silence in pray.

"I think both of our mothers would have been proud of us, despite a few mistakes were made along the way." Gamora quietly told Peter.

"You're right, Gamora…Mom would be proud." He then clasped her hand into his, gently squeezing it. The woman squeezed back, happy to have eased Peter's burden.


Much later that evening, Gamora was enjoying the hotel's special event. It was a dinner show held high above the treetops under the starry sky. During the intermission, the woman was outside of the event hall, enjoying the fresh air as she contently sipped her drink. Taking in the spectacular view, Gamora was quick to be reminded of Peter once again.

I bet he would love it here. After all, he always wanted a treehouse.

The Terran had first mentioned his childhood wish during a mission awhile back. Peter and Gamora were supposed to meet up with the rest of the team but the ship they had confiscated crash landed in the middle of the jungle. As if that was bad enough, the weather had taken a turn for the worst and a rain storm had begun. As they ran to seek shelter from the pouring rain, Peter looked up and saw a long abandoned tree hut.

"Gamora! Head up to the treetops!" he directed, pointing to the hut that was built high off the ground.

"Are you crazy?! That rope ladder looks like it could break any minute!"

"I'll take my chances!" he said as Peter began to scurry up the side of the tree.

Gamora grumbled about the man's foolish notions, but followed suit. The two soon entered the hut. Once settled in, Gamora tried to radio their team mates, but the rainstorm was drowning out the signal.

"Guess we gotta wait out the storm." Peter told her as he looked around the room to find some sort of kindling to build a fire to try and dry themselves off.

Gamora nodded as she rung out the excess water from her hair. Thankfully, there was enough dry wood and brush to get a small fire going. Sitting around the fire pit as the warm flames crackled, Peter and Gamora remained quiet as they gazed out from the opening to the hut. The view from high above the treetops was remarkable in an otherwise unfortunate situation. The rain poured on as the occasional clap of thunder and bolt of lightning lit up the grey sky. Finally, after what seemed like forever, Gamora heard Peter snicker at whatever he was thinking about to himself.

"And what is so funny?" she asked him.

"I was thinking about how I always wanted to have a tree house growing up, given where we are now sitting."

"Always the day dreamer, aren't we Peter?" Gamora said.

Peter chuckled. "Can't help it. How about you? Have you ever wanted a tree house of your own as a kid, Gamora?"

She grew cold toward him. "You know better than to ask such nonsensical questions to me."

"Just trying to make small talk, that's all."

Gamora paused, reevaluating how she had acted before. "To answer your question, yes. Though Thanos would have made having a tree house as some sort of training exercise for me and my sisters."

"Defend the castle at all costs…yeah, not fun at all."

The woman nodded. "Still, it would have been fun to defeat Nebula and wipe the smirk off her face when I would have conquered her fort." She smiled at the purposed scenario. Peter felt the same and smiled back, understanding the humor of Gamora's statement.

"Forget what Thanos might have used a tree house for and think about this: having your own tree house was your own private sanctuary to do whatever you pleased. Now, if I had my own tree house, I would have filled it with all kinds of toys for me and my friends to play with. It would be like the Lost Boy's fort in Peter Pan; that tree house would be where we would play all kinds of games and pranks!"

Seeing Peter grow excited over the idea of what evert little boy dreamed of having made Gamora really think about how she would use her own hypothetical playscape.

"I like your idea. I would surely do the same as well."

"And you would have a big sign that read 'No Boys Allowed!' right outside of the entrance."

"I certainly would not!" Gamora huffed at the Terran. "All would be welcomed in my tree house if I choose it!"

"Oh really? Would I be welcomed in your tree house or would you kick me to curb?"

Gamora remained quiet, not sure how to respond. "Well…what about your answer? Would you invite me to your tree house or cast me away just because I'm a girl?"

She had put Peter in his place. He winced, not wanting to hastily answer the question Gamora threw back at him. She watched him hesitate, growing more impatient. "What is your answer, Quill?" Gamora asked, narrowing her eyes at him, a silent warning to hurry up.

"Fine! I would invite you! There, happy?!" he spat back.

"Really?" Gamora was surprised.

"Yes. If I said no, you would have convinced me otherwise." Peter knew that when one didn't please the former warrior, she would have used her impressive skill set to persuade you (aka, beat the living crap out of you).

"Peter. Even if you have said no, I wouldn't have threatened physical violence on you. We all deserve a place to call our own."

"Gamora…even if I wanted a place to be by myself, I still would like you to be with me. You are perhaps the only person I have ever known that I can truly call my best friend, even if I had no other kids to play with."

"That's very sweet of you to say. And I would do the same too. You are always welcomed to my tree house, regardless if I had any other friends or not."

The two smiled at one another, grateful for the knowledge that no matter what would happen, Peter and Gamora would be together. It was then Gamora got a chill and shivered slightly. Despite having her body be at the peak of physical performance from years of modifications, when Gamora was cold, she was cold! Peter noticed this and quickly grabbed the large, ratty blanket he found in the hut. He wrapped the blanket around himself and her and pulled Gamora close to his side.

"We can both be warmer this way."

"Thank you."

Gamora was used to being this close to Peter; there were plenty of other times where they had to be in each other's personal space. But this time Gamora felt…different. She wanted Peter to hold her like this all the time, not just to help regain body heat. She wanted Peter to hold her just like…

Gamora looked up at him, wondering if he was having similar thoughts. The man eyed her and cautiously placed a hand on her cheek.

"You OK?"

"Uh-huh."

They continued to stare at one another, not sure if they should attempt to do what was almost forbidden. The last time they tried, it ended horribly. But that was a long time ago, before Peter and Gamora had gotten to know each other. If they attempt it once more, would it help or hinder their current relationship with one another? The only way to find out was to try.

Peter leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on Gamora's lips. She accepted and gingerly kissed him back. They parted, eyes still closed and foreheads affectionately touching each other. Upon opening their eyes and parted foreheads, Peter and Gamora where silent with one another, afraid to say something stupid that would ruin the moment.

"I…I think I'm feeling better now." Gamora stuttered; eyes averted in embarrassment.

"OK." Peter quietly said. "Here, take the blanket." He unwrapped himself and gave the rest to her.

"Are you sure?" "I'll be fine." Peter told her, wanting to be the chivalrous hero he was so good at.

They looked away from one another, feeling award and not wanting to discuss what had just happened. The air around them was heavy, but later it seemed it was lifted when Peter tried the radio once again after the storm had passed. Thankfully, Rocket answered and came to pick them up. Since then, neither Peter nor Gamora had brought up the kiss they shared and they soon forgot about it…until now.


Gamora was lost in thought over the memory of that kiss. Could it be true? She had long denied it, but now that she was reflecting on the past incidents involving her and Peter, Gamora had come to a startling conclusion:

"I'm in love." She calming told herself, letting the words sink in. She then chuckled and then beamed. "I'm in love." She happily stated, enjoying what was now true.

Gamora finally realized that it was indeed Peter's love for her was what she craved to fill the incomplete hole in her desire to lead a more fulfilled life. It was both acting on behalf of others and have Peter by her side to help achieve this new purpose. Now that she had figured it out, a big question came to her: would Peter feel that same way about Gamora?

The following day, she returned to the Milano with a mix of emotions. She was excited to be back aboard the ship, but nervous about confronting Peter about her new feelings toward him. Hopefully her new confidence about the situation would lead to something to make it worth her while.

Gamora entered the room and was greeted by Peter himself. He was busy cleaning his elemental blaster when he heard the door open. He lifted his head and saw Gamora walk in, giving her a welcoming smile.

"Welcome back! How was your trip?"

"Wonderful. It may have been short, but it was nice to have a few days to myself."

Peter nodded and went back to his work. It was now or never. "Peter, do you have a minute to spare? I need to talk to you in private." Gamora addressed.

"Sure."

Peter and Gamora then went into the adjacent room and closed the door. "What's up?" he asked her.

She started to grow nervous once again, but took a deep breathe to calm her nerves.

"Peter. I've been doing a lot of thinking while I was away…about us."

He gave Gamora a quizzical look. She then reassured him. "We've gotten to know each other over the years. I've shared many things with you that I wouldn't have normally shared with just anyone. You know what scares me the most and brings me the most joy. I can safely say that we are best friends. I began to recall just how much you care about me, weather it was giving me that stupid doll or by letting me help ease the pain over your mother's death. But then I remembered that time we were stranded in that jungle and we kissed…"

Gamora grew quiet once more, her face full of worry.

"I forgot about that…" Peter quickly recollected the moment Gamora mentioned. "Look, if what I did upset you—"Peter began to say but the woman hushed him.

"Peter! When you kissed me…I didn't want you to stop. I liked it when you kissed me that day. I…think that was when I realized I wanted us to become more than friends."

"You mean, you want us to be…"

Gamora nodded, confirming what Peter was about to say. "I want to be with you, Peter."

The former thief was speechless! Peter would have never guessed that the woman before him, an individual most people considered to be one of the most deadly persons in all of space acting so humble and earnest, confessing such feelings she was having about him.

"Gamora."

"Peter, if I'm making you uncomfortable just now, I'm sorry." She said in a sheepish tone.

"No! Don't ever say something like that to me!" Peter scolded. "You never, ever make me feel uncomfortable, Gamora. Since you went away on that little trip of yours…I've been thinking about you too."

"You have?"

"Yes. Gamora, you have seen me at my best and at my worst. And when I have been at my worst, it was you that has been there to provide comfort and love. I can't think of a better woman to be with."

Peter then wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in a close embrace. Gamora did the same.

"I love you." He confessed.

"I…love you too." Gamora replied. It felt odd to be saying those words at first, but now that she had admitted her love for the Terran, the words felt natural. It made Gamora happy.

The two leaned forward and kissed, glad to have finally been given the chance to admit their feelings to one another and also have found the one person whom they could be with for as long they deemed it so.

THE END