A/N: so I finally decided to upload a starmora fic out of the stack I have hidden away while I'm not feeling insecure (even though you guys are always so kind). This is basically a concept that wouldn't leave me alone and who doesn't need starmora fluff as therapy after infinity war- anyway, enjoy Peter and Gamora loving the heck out of each other.

Gamora.

How can Peter even begin to describe Gamora? Which is kind of ridiculous when you think about it, considering she consumes most of this thoughts. But right now, just as the bartender asked him 'what's she like?' he's sitting here fumbling for words while his stomach aches with guilt and his chest is heavy with remorse - the sting of annoyance that was previously felt now a distant memory.

They argued. Obviously it's not the first time they've had a dispute, it would be some kind of record if they went a few days without some form of disagreement. But they were healthy disagreements, they were needed. For example, now that he thinks back to that time when he wanted to connect an aero rig with his jet boots to see if he could fly faster, it probably wasn't his best idea and she was right to give him a look of decimation when he dared to argue.

But this argument was unnecessary, avoidable... and to be honest the worst argument he's had in his life. Not because the shouting was louder than usual or because horrible things were said - he's said much worse things as well as had much worse things said back in disputes with other people in his life, but because it was with her. He yelled at her, she yelled at him, he got way too angry, she gave him a lot of ex-assassin style death threats and eventually it ended in him seeing a lot of hurt in her eyes as she walked away from him. He only stood there and sulked for second though, seeing as he also decided to walk out a few moments later to this dumb bar and that's how he ended up sitting in this murky and grimy place on a random planet they'd settled on with a bartender that's way too drunk to be running the place.

Peter's not much in the mood for talking, but considering this bartender looks like he wouldn't hesitate to tear him a new one if he ignored him, he entertained the man's ramblings until he was asked that question.

Peter had came in, eyed the place up and sat down. Asked for a double and downed it looking sorry for himself as he asked for another.

"What happened to you?" The bartender grumbled as he sloshed the liquid, most of it missing the shot glass.

Peter raised his eyes then dropped them. He stared down at the brown liquor as he sighed.

"To be honest, I don't even know, man."

"Trouble with your lady?"

Now Peter's eyes darted up and stayed there as a perplexed frown adorned his features.

"What? How did you-"

"I've had enough arguments with my own wife to know that look. Pissed off, conflicted but most of all guilty. Plus you came here to wallow in self pity with that stupid ass look on your face like a puppy that's just been told off."

The bartender poured his own drink and leaned in closer to him while Peter gave him a side glare. If he wanted to hear that kind of talk, he would have gone to Rocket for advice.

"That obvious huh?"

The man downed his drink as Peter did the same, though he grimaced rather than licked his lips as the liquid swirled down his throat. He didn't think alcohol could go off but he's pretty sure this was well past it's sell-by-date.

"It's only obvious because I know. My wife and I argued more than we spoke. We didn't mean most of it, stars know I regret it all now."

There was a pause as the man's eyes darkened that he blinked away, refilling his glass and Peter's before he could object. Somebody else walked in, looked around and left. The murky silence was cut out by the bartender's sigh.

"So how long have you been with your wife?"

"Oh she's not my- we're not married. She's my girlfriend."

"I see... I remember those days." The man smiled sadly as he stared through Peter. "I thought she was the most incredible woman in the universe, still do."

He gulped more alcohol as Peter nodded slowly, starting to get the sense that he should leave and pay the man before he poured him anymore drinks. He didn't come to bars that often anymore and sort of felt out of place. But then he asked that question.

"Your lady, what's she like?"

Peter stared as the man's eyes lit up, intrigued as he seemed to get himself comfortable. He was starting to the vibe that somehow this huge burly guy with enough muscle to look like he could crush you was a hopeless romantic.

He cleared his throat, diverting his gaze as he thought.

"She's... she's... the most amazing woman in the galaxy. The most beautiful woman I've ever seen, I mean she's just- just..." He sighed. Surprisingly, the one time he could gush to someone about Gamora is the one time he's lost for words. But it's hard to summarise... and it's hard to express without sounding like a soft, mushy, 'lovey-dovey moron' as Rocket would say.

"That bad huh?"

Peter frowned.

"What d'you mean?"

"I mean you've got it bad. Real bad." The man coughed as he soothed himself with more alcohol. "When people used to ask me about my Clara, I couldn't even string a sentence together. Now days it's cause I'm drunk off my ass but before it was because I had it real bad too."

"Had what real bad?"

"What else? Love."

Peter stares at the bartender for a moment before breaking eye contact to scoff, vulnerability rising as he went to drink his shot then decided against it.

The bartender looked at him hard, standing and glaring at him as though he were offended, though not by the refusal of alcohol.

"What, you embarrassed by that?"

"No. I'm just not getting into talks about love with a random guy I just met."

"Why? You ashamed to talk about how much you love your girl?"

"Of course not-"

"Because I wish I did more of that. Not to random strangers I guess, but to her. You know you- you shouldn't be ungrateful!"

The man's voice raised with intoxication, the alcohol causing a haze of anger in his eyes that was aimed at Peter.

"I'm not ungrateful-"

"You should be grateful that you have a wife, someone to spend the rest of your life with. You should be more careful to not push her away by arguing over stupid things so much that one day she walks away from you and the next minute you hear she's gone, forever."

Peter's mind jerked as the man switched from accusing him to talking about his own problems. He was blaming himself and Peter sensed a terrible pain that revealed itself in his eyes. He already told him Gamora wasn't his wife so it seems as though he was so caught up in his... his grief? And then it hit him. Peter knows that look. He's seen it on his own face, on Gamora's face, he knows what that both looks and feels like.

"What happened to Clara?"

The bartender looked at Peter as though he'd just threatened him and for a second Peter actually did think he was going to tear him a new one. But the man's eyes melted into puddles of anguish and he eased, slouching against the counter top as he spoke.

"It was just another day. Another day, another argument... but this one was worse than usual..."

Peter swallowed as a lump built in his throat, hearing an echo of his own situation and thoughts.

"...She yelled at me, I yelled back and it went on to the point where she just walked away, stopped shouting, stopped putting up with me and just walked out of the door. And I- I didn't go after her. I just sat down on the couch and waited for her to cool off until she came back. But she didn't... She got into an accident on the way home, some faulty ship took a nosedive right down to the sidewalk. She only left the house because of me, because of some stupid argument that could have been avoided. I let her leave, I didn't go after her."

Peter watched as the shame on the man's face threatened to make his eyes spill. Guilt and remorse wasn't even what Peter was feeling anymore. He almost felt alarmed and... and sort of sick because what the man was describing is exactly what just happened between him and Gamora- well except from the horrifying traumatic accident. That would never happen...

And then he started to think about where Gamora actually went when she walked out and realised that he has no idea. She just walked out... and he didn't go after her.

Peter's hand jolted straight into his pocket to pull out a couple of units as he began to put on his jacket. He caught the bartenders eyes as he filled himself another glass and saw his pain. Felt his pain.

"What happened wasn't your fault."

The man looked at him and held his gaze.

"I keep telling myself that but I know that it is. The galaxy gifted me with a woman I loved more than anything, even after all the shit I've done and I blew it. Over nothing."

Peter sighed, saddened while a slight tinge of panic set off in his chest.

"I have to go."

He placed the units on the bar and headed for the door. Before he left he turned around.

"...I'm sorry about your wife."

With that he left and went out into the town of the planet. Maybe Gamora was back at the ship, he looked out for the blue and red wings and rushed towards it.