"Well, it's been a pretty amazing day," Peter Quill said. "We defeated Ronan, saved the galaxy, kept an infinity stone out of the hands of Yandu, and somehow all managed to survive."

"Indeed," Gamora said with a fond smile. "And you even used the power of dance to help achieve these noble ends. You truly are a hero. Like the legendary Kevin Bacon." The two of them were walking unescorted through the halls of Nova Central. This though they were technically wanted criminals, hopefully that meant they weren't about to be locked up again.

"Well I wouldn't go that far, there's only one Kevin Bacon. But if you want to call me a hero I won't argue with you."

"Yes, I've noticed you lack humility."

"Hey, I'm just being truthful here. By the way, you look very nice in a skirt."

"Our hosts provided it to me, it would have been rude to refuse to wear it. It is not my style however."

"I don't know about that. I could definitely see you wearing one on a date."

She came to a stop, put both hands on her hips, and raised an eyebrow. "I'm a living weapon, I don't go on dates."

Peter stopped as well. "You also said you didn't dance."

"I remember, it's still true. I don't dance and I don't date."

"You know what I think?" He reached out and took hold of one of her hands. Gamora did not try and pull away. "I think that if you gave it one try, you just might really like it."

Her fingers slipped between his. "You truly believe that?"

"Yeah," he slowly leaned in closer to her. "I'm a hero remember? Would I lie?" As his lips neared hers he could feel her warm breath on his skin.

"Peter, is that you?" A female voice said from behind.

Startled, he let go of Gamora's hand and turned around with a guilty expression on his face. It was pure reflex, and only after he'd done so did it occur to him that he didn't have anything to feel guilty about.

Or so he thought.

Standing there in the hall was a purple skinned, hairless woman in a level three tech support Nova Corps uniform. She had tentacles and needle teeth. Seeing his face her inky black eyes widened. "It is you!" She drew her right arm back and delivered a rubbery smack across his face. "You said you'd call me!" The Oscumarian yelled.

"Qurora, I can explain."

"Do you have any idea how long I waited by the telecommunicator waiting for you to call?"

"Baby, I swear it's not what you think."

"Two weeks! I waited for two weeks!"

"Qurora, I wanted to call, but there were issues."

"What? Like your deep cover work trying to infiltrate the Skrulls?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact. Babe, you know how dangerous my line of work is. How could I have asked you to be with me? That would have just been cruel."

She opened her mouth and spat out a stream of ink that got Peter right in the forehead. "Liar! I found out you're a Ravager! I hope you die a slow and painful death!" Spinning on her heel she stormed off.

Trying to wipe off the ink Peter only managed to spread it further over his face. "Hey! That was part of my cover! I swear!" After a couple minutes of effort he gave up on cleaning his face without some industrial strength soap. When he turned around again Gamora had her arms crossed over her chest and was glaring at him. "Okay, I can explain."

"You are despicable!" Gamora stomped away.

"Hey! Come on! Give me a break, I'm a hero, remember?"