It had been a few months, since the battle with Ronan. The Milano was fixed, all of their criminal records; expunged, and a new team of 'heroes', a family, was formed. Pretty happy, right? Actually, no. Although most of the Guardians had gradually gained the light back in their eyes, some of them, one in particular, hadn't.

Peter danced in the room below the cockpit, as he blasted the music up to Rocket and Groot as they piloted the fixed ship.

"Turn that down, Quill!" Rocket yelled down.

Peter ignored him and kept dancing. He then looked over at Gamora, who was seated on the couch closest to him, staring off into space. He smiled. He moonwalked over to her and held out his hand. "You can't hurry love. No, you just have to wait. She said love don't come easy. It's a game of give and take." He started to sing along. Gamora shot him a dirty look. Needless to say, he backed off. Lesson #1: Don't piss of the most dangerous woman in the galaxy. He learned that a few weeks ago, when she almost broke his arm. He still didn't understand that day. All he did was say she looked beautiful! Why was that so bad?

Whether or not it was bad, something still wasn't adding up. Although Peter didn't know Gamora as well as he hoped to by now, he knew one thing; something was wrong. He sat next to her on the grungy blue couch. "You okay?" He asked.

"Fine. You need to replace this couch. It's disgusting." She got up, only to feel a hand securing hers. At first, she did not think about it. But when she did, she couldn't deny that it felt good to have someone there for her. What was she saying? She didn't need anybody! She could overcome anything on her own, even if it was PTSD from the battle. She yanked her arm away and slapped Peter across his cheek. He immediately started to rub it, as if it would make the pain go away. "Touch me again, I will kick you. And where I aim, won't feel very good." She pivoted on her foot and walked towards the cabins, but when she reached hers, something didn't feel right. It felt like her heart sunk into the pit of her stomach. Why did she feel this way? Did she just do something she regretted? I mean, Peter was only trying to help her. Why did she think that was so bad? Nevermind. What happened, happened. There's a reason for everything, right? No matter what, she couldn't think straight. Maybe, a hot shower would help.

Peter was still rubbing his cheek and getting his mind through what just happened. Again, what did he do that mad her so frickin' mad? He was only trying to be a good friend...right? Or was he trying to be something more? What is he talking about? He doesn't like Gamora in that way. At least not with the way she acts towards him all the time. Then again, maybe that's what makes her so much more interesting. And interesting was dangerous to Peter. It was clear that she did not like him at all. She always gave him dirty looks, and hits him! But, I guess she wouldn't be Gamora, if she didn't go five minutes without hitting somebody. But, then, there were those rare times. She would smile at him. There was nothing dangerous about the smiles, they came from pure happiness. But, then again, it seemed like she was rarely happy.

Gamora turned the knob, that sat underneath the shower nozzle. She closed her eyes for a moment, thinking about why she slapped Peter. Maybe, she secretly liked the attention she was getting from Peter. But, if that was the case, he was a womanizer. Maybe, her mind try to snap her back to reality. And furthermore, who would ever dare to love and care for an assassin? She did nothing but, kill innocent people for the majority of her life. Who could love that? Yet, she didn't really know the meaning of love, or if it existed. Was it just a myth in the stories her mother and father once told her? She opened her eyes to see that the water coming from the shower nozzle wasn't water, it was blood. She screamed. Before she knew it, she was back in her clothes, but she wasn't in the shower anymore. She was at the Sanctuary, standing next to her fath...Thanos. Four people were kneeling before them. What was strange; they looked oddly familiar. It wasn't then, until she realized from the one covered in fur from head to toe, to the one who she had slapped this morning, that they were the Guardians! Her...friends. But why were they here? Why was she here? Thanos handed her beloved Godslayer to her. Kill them. A voice echoed. "No. No. No! I won't! I'm not going to do it!" She yelled, as the mad titan, laughed evilly. If you won't, I will. The voice echoed, again. The next thing she knew, Sakaarans gathered around her friends. "No, no!" She screamed. She saw her friends, lying limp on the ground. A screech came from her but, it sounded so inhuman.

Suddenly, she was back in the bathroom, in the shower. No more blood, just the purest of all clear water. She was on the floor of the shower. She heard the door open but, couldn't bear to look. She heard footsteps, faintly rushing towards her and the shower knob turning. That's weird, if the shower was turned off why are there water droplets still pouring down her face. She felt a towel being placed on top of her. She couldn't help but, look up at who was helping her. It was Peter. Of all the people on this ship, it was Peter. She looked at him and was shocked with the expression. He had just saw her naked and there was nothing sexual or flirtatious shown in his eyes. Instead, there was fear and hurt. Why was he so upset? Maybe, he finally saw her for her true self. But then, why was he helping her?

He walked her to her cabin and wiped the water droplets from her eyes. It wasn't until then, she realized she was crying. "Are you okay?" He asked. Gamora looked around to see the rest of the Guardians looking at her with the same amount of concern. She nodded and the rest of the Guardians, knowing that Peter could handle her, hopefully, left Peter to talk to her.

When they entered her cabin, Gamora sat on her bed. There wasn't much in there, besides a queen-size bed, fitted with plain white sheets and a dresser. Peter hesitantly sat next to her, hoping that she wouldn't slap him, again. "What happened?" He asked. "I was listening to my music, then I heard you scream, twice. I thought, something really bad had happened." She gave him a dirty look...again. "Not that, what happened to you wasn't bad, but, I thought it was worse."

Gamora sighed, knowing she had kept this from her team long enough. "PTSD." Peter looked her in the eyes. "I have been feeling guilty of what I did, most of my life. Now, after we defeated Ronan, it seems like that guilt only grew."

"Shouldn't have it been the other way around? Shouldn't you have felt less guilty?" Peter asked, confused.

"I don't know."

"I'm guessing this had something to do with the whole bathroom thing."

"I'm still confused on why you, of all people, came to help me."

"I'll explain, when you do." Gamora rolled her eyes.

"Do you have to act so childish all the time?" Peter just stared at her. Gamora sighed. "I don't know exactly what happened. It was some kind of vision. First, I opened my eyes to see I was showering in blood. Then, I was standing next to my fath...Thanos. Then, you guys were kneeling before us." She started to talk faster with each sentence she said, as tears spilled from her eyes. "He gave me my Godslayer and told me to kill you guys. I said no and he did it for me. Then, I seemed to be back in reality." When she stopped talking she noticed her towel was soaked in tears.

Peter hesitantly leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her. "You're safe, I promise." Gamora was shocked by his actions but, soon returned the gesture. For a moment, they just sat there in each other's embrace. Peter could tell Gamora was waiting for his explanation. "I don't know why I did it. I guess I just wanted to be the one to make sure you were okay. I knew Drax, Rocket and Groot would've done it in a heartbeat, but for some reason I felt like it had to be me."

Gamora chuckled, tears still weakly leaking from her eyes, and placed her head hesitantly on Peter's shoulder. "You are so dramatic, Peter."

"Me?" Peter looked at her. "What about you? You hit me for no reason!"

Gamora chuckled again. "I have my reasons, but I will not share them with you." At least, not yet...