A/N: Hey guys! So, I was talking with my friends and we were watching Guardians of the Galaxy. The question we asked? "What would Gamora be like on her period?" so this story is exactly that. I couldn't resist.

Peter was the first one to wake on the Milano that morning. He yawned and lazily got out of bed, trying his best to not wake Gamora, who was asleep right next to him, having crashed in his room the night before. Quill carefully tip toed out of the room and to the Milano's small kitchen and started to prepare breakfast, as it was his morning to do so. Pancakes to be exact. He had found a small market several days before that sold Terran supplies and decided to pick up some Terran cooking supplies. As he prepared the pancake batter, he also began to ponder Gamora's strange behavior the last few days. She seemed off. Moody, little to no appetite, didn't allow him to show her any kind of affection. It was beginning to worry him. She had told him she hadn't been sleeping well since the battle with Ronan, but she seemed to sleep fine enough the night before.

The former outlaw burned himself on the hot platter, making him knock another platter onto the floor.

"Shit!" He cursed, bending down and quickly picking it up, putting it back on the counter just in time before he heard the faint sound of foot steps coming down the hall before Gamora appeared in one of Peter's t-shirts and a pair of black shorts.

"Hey. Did I wake you?" He asked hesitantly, knowing that if he had woken her up, she would be in a bad mood the whole day. Gamora just gave him a tired smile and mouthed the word 'No' as she walked past him, sitting at the table. This confused the hell out of him because since they had become a couple, she would usually give him a kiss in the morning, flirt with him, something of the sort.

"Quill! What the hell was that noise!?" Rocket yelled, finally coming into the kitchen and taking his place across from Gamora, and Groot sat next to him.

"Nothing. Just making breakfast." He said, shrugging.

"I am Groot?" Groot asked, looking at Gamora, who was staring at the table.

"She's fine. Quit worrying over nothing. Remember she's not a morning person?" Rocket asked the tree as Peter set a plate of pancakes in front of him before setting another plate in front of his girlfriend.

"What's this about morning people?" Drax asked, sitting beside Groot.

"Gamora always acts like this in the morning. Hence the term that she's not a morning person." Rocket said, mumbling something offensive under his breath.

"I don't understand. If she isn't_" Drax started, only to be cut off by Gamora.

"Shut up!" She snapped, looking up and glaring at her friends. If looks could kill, the Milano would be a battle field.

Everyone stared in shock at the Zehoberi woman. She normally didn't have such a short temper and it took a lot to get her riled up this early in the morning. Peter took the stunned silence to get a better look at her. Her black and magenta hair was unkempt and pulled back in a loose, messy braid, like when they were in the Kyln. Her beautiful brown eyes were clenched shut as though she were in pain and her hand was clutching her lower abdomen. She also appeared to have lost weight from eating very little over the last few days.

Peter knelt down beside her, placing a hand on her bare knee.

"What's wrong?" He asked softly, brushing a strand of brown hair out of her face.

Gamora said nothing.

"Gamora, honey, please look at me." He said, almost pleading.

"Maybe she is ill." Drax said, shrugging.

"I am Groot."

Peter sighed and placed his other hand on her forehead. She didn't feel warm, but she looked it. Her face was sweating and he could see beads of sweat dripping down her face.

"Gamora, I can't help you if you won't_"

He couldn't get the rest of the words out of his mouth fast enough before Gamora forcefully took his hand off of her knee and side kicked him in the stomach, sending him to the ground on his back.

Painfully, Peter sat up. He was confused as hell, looking like a hurt puppy who had just been hit by it's owner. Everyone was in shock because no one had ever seen Gamora react so violently to Peter's touch before. Confused, he looked to where she had been sitting to see that her food was un touched and her chair was knocked to the ground. Drax helped his friend up and Peter quickly made his way to Gamora's bedroom, knocking.

"Gamora? It's me, Peter."

Silence.

"I'm not upset with you if you're wondering." He added.

"Go away, Quill!" She snapped. Now that definitely confused him. She rarely called him by his last name.

Peter sighed, running a hand through his brown hair before he worked up the courage to enter the room. The sight he saw when he entered stopped him in his tracks. Several items lay thrown around the room, broken and Gamora sat on her bed with her legs crossed, pointing her blaster at his head. Peter could only form one thought in his mind.

What the fuck?

A/N: Let me know what y'all think! Please review :)