Peter fought two Sakaaran soldiers at the same time. He blocked the attack of one of them with his arm while he kicked the other and shot him with his quad blaster. But when he turned to face the remaining one, he got punched on the face really hard and fell down.

'Great. Just came back from the dead and now, I'm going back,' he thought. The enemy was about to hit him with his sword but then a shot went to his back and fell on top of Peter.

Peter quickly shoved the corpse away to the side which hit the wall with a bang. Then Peter took a glimpse of the person who saved him. Shocked by the sight, he fully sat up and looked carefully.

It was her.

The brown and magenta haired assassin whom he was told had died in exchange for the Soul Stone. And yet, there she was. Standing in front of him, alive. He unmasked himself, revealing his look of disbelief.

"Gamora?"

He slowly walked closer to her, looking at her intently. He hoped that this wasn't another reality-bent work of Thanos. He stepped forward and got a closer look at her. When he got a good look at her, relief began to settle inside him. She is real.

He couldn't believe his eyes.

"I thought I lost you."

He placed his hand on her cheek and touched her gently. He missed her a lot. Gamora placed her hand on his. Peter was about to lean in when he felt Gamora's hand tighten. She removed it from her cheek and twisted it. Peter grunted in pain.

Then the next thing that happened went off unexpected for Quill. Using her knee, she hit his crotch. Hard.

"Don't you dare," she said with a deadly tone as she hit him again on the crotch. Harder, this time.

Peter exclaimed in pain and fell down. Gamora wiped the part of her cheek where Quill placed his hand on. Peter hissed in pain.

"You missed the first time then it got them both the second time," he said, writhing in pain.

Then Nebula walked in Peter's sight until she reached Gamora's side. "This is the one," Gamora said, questioningly. What exactly are they talking about? And what did she mean by 'this is the one'?

"Seriously?" Gamora said, giving her a look.

"The choice is for him or a tree." Nebula replied.

Peter stared at them in confusion. What the hell was going on?! He pointed at Gamora and opened his palm like he was asking "What?" which he was. And pointed back to Gamora. He was in too much pain to even speak.

Nebula sighed. "She's not who you think she is."

"Yeah, you're damn right she isn't who I think she is," Peter said, still struggling in pain.

"No, Quill," Nebula visibly tried to find the right words. "She's from 2014."

"Is that supposed to be a place?" Peter inquired. He slowly got up to his feet. Man, that hit hurt really bad.

"She… time-travelled. From 2014." Nebula said.

Peter processed everything Nebula just said. "Time-travelled?" he repeated out loud. He watched films and read comics about science fiction when he was a kid. He didn't expect it to be real years later. "From 2014?" Oh, no wonder. They met on 2014 so technically, the Gamora he's standing in front of right now was the kind of Gamora who's emotionless and cold. The kind that didn't know him yet.

Peter looked at Gamora. The sad thought entered his mind.

"So that means-…?"

"She doesn't know any of you," Nebula confirmed Quill's thought. "And we're also not interacting like before."

Peter looked down in disappointment. Gamora didn't know him. And wow, that hurt. Not only did Gamora die on that day in Vormir but the memories they had together in the previous years died along with her. Just great. How was he supposed to act around this Gamora? She may not be the version that had feelings for him but that didn't mean that Peter would stop loving her.

Peter just nodded his head as he took in all the information. "Alright," he said to no one in particular. Things have been too hard for him. Geez, where does he even start?

He failed his mother in her last moments and she died in front of him. He was mistreated and technically abused through his childhood. He had to kill his biological father and lost his father figure. Then lost Gamora. Mantis and Drax dusted in front of him. He died then came back. And so was Gamora.

But it was different. And painful. She didn't know him so technically their relationship is kind of over now, right? Peter sighed. Well, at least she's alive. That's what matters the most after all. Peter internally cringed at how much he's becoming a melodramatic and hopeless romantic all of a sudden.

"We should be helping the others," Peter said. He badly needs a distraction from all this… whatever, this is. It's taking too much from him.

"Sounds logical," Gamora replied, making Peter subconsciously glance at her. He really needed a distraction from this woman. Nebula nodded at Quill. Gamora walked away first.

Nebula approached Quill and patted him on the shoulder. "I'm sorry, Quill," she said. He sighed. He really needs a distraction. He needs to stop thinking about Gamora from now on. "Yeah," he muttered. "I'm sorry, too." How can life get any worse?

"Let's settled this a little later. Right now, I need to kick some ass." Peter said.

With that, the two ran to the battlefield.