VROOM! A black ground vehicle sped through the rocky ruins of a planet called Morag. It had the structure of a corvette convertible, but it was more technological; having a more hourglass-like body shape and blasters coming from both sides of it. As it continued its way around Morag, the blasters started aiming and firing at the Sakaarans that were guarding the crumbling temple behind them.

Once all of the Sakaarans were lying on the ground, dead or barely alive, five figures exited from the vehicle; a green beauty, a musclebound maniac, a walking tree, a talking raccoon and a man, who calls himself 'Star-lord'.

"Okay. Rocket, Groot, Drax; stay out here. Anyone comes, you know what to do. Me and Gamora will go inside, get the weapon and head back out as soon as we can." The man in the maroon jacket ordered.

The raccoon glared at him and wrinkled his nose. "I still don't know how you became leader."

"Because, Quill might be childish, but he's the most capable out of all of us." The green woman replied, as she walked over to the man in the maroon and placed a hand upon his shoulder.

"Thanks, I guess." He replied. "Anyways, just go along with it, okay? We'll be right back."

The green woman and the man in the maroon walked into the temple and scoped around, attacking anyone who got in their way. They finally came upon the large, stone door, where the weapon was held.

"It's behind that door." The green woman said, pointing to it. She started to open it, until the man grabbed her, by her arm.

"Gamora, please. Be careful." She scoffed and rolled her eyes playfully, clearly irritating the man.

"Peter, I'll be fine. I'm a big girl. I can handle myself."

"I'm serious." He scolded with a voice that was deeper than usual. She nodded and gripped her sword tighter.

When the two entered the room, five Sakaaran surrounded a stone table that held the weapon. "There it is!" Gamora exclaimed, pointing to the stone table.

"Ready?" Peter asked grabbing one of his quad guns from his belt. Gamora nodded, as they ran towards the guards.

Two of the Sakaarans started to run towards them. Gamora stabbed one of the two in the stomach and back kicked the other one, sending him flying towards one of the stone walls. "Gam, watch out!" Peter yelled, as a third guard started to run towards her. He aimed his gun at him and pulled the trigger, leaving a huge hole in the guard's chest.

"I can take care of myself! Just get those two guarding the...weapon." She said, finally stabbing the second guard in the back. She pulled her Godslayer and looked over at Peter, who had just shot the other two guards in their chests. Gamora watched as the two guards slowly fell to the ground. She, then, followed Peter to the stone table and couldn't believe what she saw. Needles. Serum. IVs. And most importantly, a girl, no older than five, who was unconscious, lying on the table, connected to everything. This story was familiar to her. Thanos had done the same to her when she was younger. She was in shock. She couldn't speak or move. The only thing she heard was something metal slamming on the ground. She slowly looked down and realized she had sunk to her knees. She heard someone calling her name. Peter. She looked over towards him. She could see him, but everything was blurry and shaky. Gamora realized that she was the one who was shaking and slowly stood up, almost losing her balance.

She took another look at the girl, completely drowning out the commands Peter was yelling at her. The young girl was absolutely gorgeous. Even though her skin was dirty, Gamora could tell that it was a tone lighter that Peter's. She must have been Xandarian. Her long, burgundy hair, that was down to her mid stomach, was curly and tangled. The girl had thin, blood red lips that made her look even paler. She was very petite, both in size and length and was clad is a tight, black jumpsuit.

Gamora had finally snapped back into reality and felt Peter shaking her. "Gamora! We need to leave. Did you hear what Rocket said? They're coming at them like crazy! We need to disconnect her and carry her out." She didn't know what to say; she just nodded.

Peter carefully pulled the needles out of the girl and picked her up. "Come on!" He yelled, as he ran out of the door. Gamora followed shortly behind him.

A Few Hours Later...

Gamora could tell the girl was regaining consciousness, but was still asleep. She was slightly shifting on the blue couch that Peter had placed her on. Gamora was sitting on the edge of the couch, right next to her. She took a wet cloth and started to gently wipe the girl's dirty face. The girl didn't move. She must have been a deep sleeper. Gamora sat the cloth down on a metal shelf that was right behind the couch. She pulled a strand of hair out of the girl's closed eyes and gently rubbed her hand down the side of her face. She smiled a little.

"How's she doing?" A manly voice asked behind her. She jumped, and turned to see Peter staring at her with nothing but, concern shown on his face.

"Quill, you scared the hell out of me!" She exclaimed, quietly.

"Sorry." He whispered, as he started to approach her.

"She's doing fine." She finally said, turning her gaze towards the girl. "Better than I was."

"What are you thinking about? I know that look."

She turned towards him. "This is Thanos' revenge. This is what I got for leaving him. He wanted to replace me." Rare tears started to flood her eyes. No! She would not cry. "So, he genetically modified another young girl."

Peter sat next to her. "It isn't your fault, you know."

"I should've known I wasn't going to have lasting happiness. I knew he was going to do something to piss me off." Peter grabbed her hand and thumbed the back of it.

"You deserve happiness. Thanos is an asshole." He looked at the girl. "She'll be fine, now."

"I don't think it's wise for her to go to Nova." She said doing the same.

"Why do you say that?"

"She's genetically modified, Peter. She'll go insane. She needs someone to train her. Furthermore, Thanos is going to come for her. She would be safer with a group of people who survived holding an infinity stone." She turned towards Peter.

"Gamora, the only one who knows anything about kids, is Drax. No way in hell are we going to be able to care for her. I'm sure they can take care of her and if they can't, i'm sure they'll find somebody who can."

"It's not just about her safety, Peter. This is my fault. I need to take responsibility. I need to be the one who cares for her." Peter nodded. "I need your help." She finally said.

"Okay."

Peter didn't know why, but Gamora was one of the only people, he knew he could be himself around. He knew he felt something special for her; he felt something that he hadn't felt with any other girl. Maybe it was because she reminded him a lot of his mother; caring, nurturing and brave. There was also something very mother-ing about her. He knew that he was in love; in love with her. The only thing is, the last time he tried to show her how he really felt, he got a knife to the throat. Until he was positive that she felt the same, he wasn't going to try anything. All he could do was protect her and do anything for her.

He didn't know anything about kids, besides that they can be annoying and very vexing. But, he's doing this for Gamora. She was trying to make up for her past mistakes. That's one thing he knew he couldn't take away from her. So, yes, he did agree. He also knew that since Gamora was genetically modified, she understood what it was like. She could train the girl, teach her how to use her strength and of course, he would help. The only thing is; how are the rest of the team going to react to their new addition?

Then, when both of them least expected it, the young girl opened her eyes.