A/N: Just saw GOTG2 and have all these feels so here's a short one shot. May be more coming, no promises though. Reviews are encouraged and greatly appreciated.
It's not even ten o'clock in the morning and Gamora is already pissed off. Her sister got arrested again last night, the air conditioning in her apartment is out, and her neighbor busted a hole in their adjoining wall with his fist. She's not even sure how he did it; one minute she was minding her own business and drinking her coffee, the next Drax's fist was waving around through a gaping hole next to her door. He came over to apologize, in that grating way he does everything, but she left before she punched a hole in his face. She just needed a walk and maybe a drink stronger than coffee. She stepped into the elevator and turned to see someone running down the hall towards her.
"Damn it." She mutters, slapping the door close button repeatedly. The last person she wants to be stuck in an elevator with is Peter freaking Quill. Just as luck would have it, he slips in just as the door slide shut.
"Gamora." He nods at her before running his hand up and down the button panel, efficiently pushing them all.
She rounds on him, "Are you kidding me?" she wouldn't be that upset if one, they weren't on the top floor and two, she wasn't already having a crappy morning.
He just shrugs, leaning against the walls. "You started it."
"You are one fine-"
"What?" he pushes off the wall as the doors open on the ninth floor. "I'm a what? Asshole? Man whore? Piece of ally trash who effs up everything? Please, tell me one I haven't heard!" he practically shouts, frightening the elderly lady waiting. She backs away and lets the doors slide shut again.
Gamora drops her gazes, stepping away from him, and crosses her arms. "I'm sorry." The doors open on the empty eighth floor.
"Yeah, me too." He huffs.
They ride the rest of the way down in silence, floor after floor slipping by with no other people getting on. As the elevator dings on the last floor, Peter exits first, waving a sarcastic goodbye to Gamora.
She bites her lip hesitantly before calling out to him, "Peter, wait."
He turns around, confusion rippling across his handsome face. "What?" he takes a step towards her.
"I just…would you like to get a drink with me?" she crosses her arms again so they don't give away any nervousness she may be experiencing.
He smirks, sauntering up to her, "Are you asking me out?"
With a roll of her eyes, she pushes him out of the way and heads to the door, "Nevermind." The blast of fresh air that meets her face instantly revitalizes her. As crappy as today may be, there is always tomorrow full of mistakes not yet made. She stuffs her hands into her pockets and heads down the street at a decent pace.
"Gamora! Hold up." Peter rushes after her. She turns and cocks an eyebrow in response. "I think I'd like that drink if it's still available."
A small smile flickers across her lips, one she would refute if questioned, as she continues walking with Quill trailing her.