Drax hurried along the ship towards the keens of torture. A million thoughts were racing around his head, a lot of them involving the men they'd earlier fought sneaking onto the ship while they weren't looking, and currently overpowering Gamora. It didn't take him long to reach the door, and he burst through, not considering it strange that the noises were coming from the bathroom.
He stopped dead when he saw Gamora stood by the mirror, her face a picture of exasperation, and Peter holding out his hand.
"Okay. Go on. This time."
"Quill, for-"
"What is the meaning of this?" Drax asked, cutting across Gamora.
She rolled her eyes, sighing.
"Quill has a piece of shrapnel stuck in his hand."
"But that noise. I thought a woman was being tortured."
Drax didn't know which of his companions looked more affronted. Rocket walked past.
"Pssh, I thought something untoward was going on. I apologise, Gamora, for ever thinking you would make such a sound."
Gamora growled, turning to the door and finding it blocked by a confused Drax.
"Rocket! Get back here now! How could you ever think I'd let myself make those noises in the company of him."
"Gee, thanks. I'm charmed. Feeling the love right here."
Gamora turned back to him, eyes narrowed.
"Let me take it out before I rip your hand off!"
Peter whimpered, making the strange noise again.
"I want it out, I really do. I just… think it'll hurt."
"Do not be such a… cat, Peter."
"Pussy. It's pussy."
"You said pussy was a cat?"
"Yeah. In… Oh, look, never mind. C'mon Gamora."
Gamora advanced to his outstretched hand with the tweezers, and he pulled it back.
"Okay, okay, just give me another minute."
"Quill!"
"I know, I know. I just…" He whimpered again.
Drax was thoroughly confused by the turn of events. Little Groot lumbered up behind him, tapping him on the opposite shoulder. He turned around, and Groot sniggered. He frowned at him.
Meanwhile Gamora was leaning in to Peter. He looked torn between running away and sitting where he was. When her lips reached proximity close enough for him to lean in himself, he closed his eyes, and as he did felt a tug in his hand and Gamora laughing.
"Ow! Son of a bitch! I can't believe you'd do that to me!"
"Did it get rid of the metal in your hand?"
"Yes, but ow!"
"Did it stop you screaming like a girl?"
"One, I don't scream like a girl."
"It did, Gamora."
"Thanks Drax. Mission accomplished."
She went to leave the bathroom, Peter staring after her.
"Damnit, you owe me a kiss!"
"Whatever, Quill."
Drax sniggered.
"What?"
"Just cannot believe you fell for that."
Rocket walked past again.
"Or that you sound like a woman getting fucked."
Peter was instantly on his feet, chasing Rocket down the corridor.
"Get your furry little ass back here, rat!"