This is a month later from the last chapter. Peter and Gamora have now been together for about six weeks give or take. In this chapter some unfortunate souls learn why you should never ever even attempt to hurt Peter. We also get to see it from Gamora instead of Peter. I have decided the story will occasionally flip back and forth.

Enjoy


Laying in her and Peter's bunk Gamora let her mind wander. Something she did not do much of before betraying Thanos and Ronan.

Had anyone asked, Gamora would told them that she was only laying there because it was still technically her bunk and she could rest anywhere she wanted.

The truth was nothing of the sort though.

She was actually laying here because she missed her... boyfriend. Gamora was still trying to get accustomed to the term. She actually disliked the word, it just did not feel right. There was certainly strong feelings between her and the terran but how deep they went was unknown. Regardless the terms boyfriend and girlfriend simply felt wrong. Perhaps the thought came from her upbringing with Thanos.

Closing her eyes, Gamora sucked in a deep breath through her nose. The sheets held the combined scent of both her and Peter. That was why she was lying here when she missed him. To a normal person they would not be able to tell the smell was there all that well. With Gamora's cybernetics and upgrades all of her senses were enhanced. She could smell him as if he was actually right there.

If you would have told Gamora months ago that she would be in a relationship with a terran, then she likely would have hurt you for suggesting such foolishness. Now she found herself wondering if she could ever be without him.

Sure she knew he had been an avid womanizer before the business with Ronan but all that had stopped. The man would barely look at other woman. If Gamora was there with him all his attention would be on her. Not like she was a delicate flower or anything like that. It was more like he was admiring her. At first it was her physical appearance that she thought held his attention. It did not take long for her to find out that, while he did most certainly enjoy her "hotness" as he had said, he was not focused on the way she looked.

The look in his eyes when Peter looked at her... Gamora was unsure if he knew it himself but it held so much tender admiration for her. It was a sight Gamora had never received in her entire life. She was raised to be a living weapon, to deal death, but when she was with Peter she was simply a Zehoberi woman. It felt strange, but Gamora loved every second of it.

Every time their eyes met Gamora would get a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach. In the time that her and Peter had been together Gamora had figured out what that feeling was. It was how it felt to care about someone other than yourself. It was so alien to her that she at first thought she was becoming ill. If that is what this feeling was then Gamora wanted to be sick for the rest of her life.

Part of Gamora knew she should not be missing him like this. He was just a terran, even if they were in a relationship. She should not be missing the way his strong arms wrapped around her, the way his eyes sparkled in the light, that smile that gave her that odd fluttering sensation in her chest...

"Damn it..." Gamora cursed quietly to herself. No matter how hard she tried Gamora could not get him out of her mind. Hell, she could barely think negative thoughts about him for more than a few minutes. It was strange but then again a lot of things had been weird since she and Peter had decided to attempt this relationship.

Gamora would have never believed she would spend nights sleeping beside someone unless it was a life or death situation. Yet now she did. Gamora spent every night sleeping wrapped in Peter's arms, it was the comfiest she could ever recall being. Not only could she bury herself into his warm, safe embrace but she had quickly figured something out. Peter's presence in her bunk had yet another effect. The nightmares that had always tormented her would not show with him there. Every night she spent with Peter was a blissful and restful sleep.

How one person, a terran especially, could have such an effect on her Gamora did not know.

Closing her eyes, Gamora decided to just stop thinking and lay here waiting for Peter to return. It should not be much longer, he only went on a quick mission with Denarian Dey. The Xandarian had asked for one of them to help him on a quick pick up mission. Most of the guardians were too inconspicuous except for Peter. He could at least resemble a normal person, and act somewhat like one. Unlike the green skinned assassin Gamora, the sentient tree Groot, the small furry trigger happy Rocket, or the hulking destroyer Drax.

If there was trouble Gamora knew that Peter and Dey would be able to handle it. Neither man were slouches when it came time to a fight.

The mission itself was extremely simple. Dey was meeting with some of his contacts for some information. Said information would likely end up in the guardians being sent on a mission later but one thing at a time. Dey was allowed to bring one other only and he wanted Peter to be his backup. If he were asked Gamora knew Dey would just say that any of the Nova Corps would be too conspicuous.

In truth Gamora suspected the he actually liked Peter, maybe even trusted him. Despite him being a former criminal and outlaw. Saving Xandar, and by extension Dey's wife and daughter, likely went a long way in that regard. Whatever the reason Dey had personally asked for Peter's help in this.

Now Gamora was stuck missing her Peter until he returned.

Wait... since when did she start thinking of him as her Peter? It was not like she owned him or anything, they were in a relationship, not a slave contract.

Gamora could not help but wonder if that was maybe part of being in a relationship. You each belonged to the other. Perhaps he was hers and she was his, oddly the thought of being Peter's did not seem to sound as bad as she would have thought.

It was in that moment Rocket came running into the room looking almost frantic. "Um... We gotta problem..."

Gamora was already standing up the moment Rocket came into the room but he left just as quickly. Following him out, she heard voices in the common room. Gamora followed them but could not make them out.

Stepping into the Milano's common room Gamora was met with a horrible sight.

Denarian Dey was sitting in one of the chairs, breathing and alive but not looking well. His arm was in a sling, his face bloody and covered in bruises. He looked as if he took a serious beating. Knowing him he gave as good as he got. Drax was standing beside him as if he had just helped him sit down.

As the gears turned in Gamora's head she felt her blood run ice cold. If Dey was here looking all beaten up then Peter...

"Dey... Where is Peter?" Gamora was impressed her voice still sounded like her normal stoic and calm self. Even if inside she was far from it.

"Mission was a bust. Went fine at... first. One of em' recognized your friend and was not happy. They kicked the crap out of me but took him." Dey's voice was hoarse and rough. He must have taken a hit in the throat in the attack. "I was able to tag him with a tracker before they knocked me out."

In five seconds Gamora had returned to her and Peter's bunk snatching Godslayer. Passing through the common room towards the exit Gamora did not even look as Dey tossed a small device to her with his good arm. She caught it without looking.

After ten seconds Gamora was descending the ramp leaving the Milano not bothering to even see if the other guardians were following. Gamora did not care, Peter was missing and likely hurt.

She was going to find him and kill anyone who so much as tried to slow her down.

The moment her feet made contact with the sand that was this planet's surface Gamora was moving with purpose. Flipping open the device Dey gave her she was quickly following the route. It was not far, it appeared to be a warehouse of some kind.

The air was very hot and dry but Gamora did not feel it. She did not feel anything, nothing but worry, her Peter was in trouble. She did not even try this time to deny he was hers because she knew that there was no point in attempting a denial.

The Zehoberi woman moved with a purpose unlike anything she had done since working for Thanos.

Before long she found her way to a large warehouse door. According to the tracker Peter was just on the other side. Gamora was reaching for the handle when a small furred paw stopped her. Looking down she saw Rocket standing beside her.

"Allow me," Rocket held some kind of small device in his hand. Gamora did not have to be told to know of its explosive nature.

Taking several steps back Gamora also noticed Drax standing nearby with both his knives drawn. Groot was nowhere to be seen, likely left with the injured Dey.

Rocket fixed the device to the door and typed a few buttons on it. He moved off to the side gun drawn and waited. After a few moments the contraption exploded, large enough to blow a hole in the door but small enough not to damage anything on the other side. Something Gamora was silently grateful for.

It would certainly have been a poor rescue if their entrance killed Peter. The thought brought a sense of sickness to Gamora's stomach.

The moment the hole opened in the door Gamora was rushing forward to dive through the opening.

Gamora did her usual threat assessment when she made it to the other side. There were multiple people there. No discernable uniforms, these were just common thugs. The room itself was some kind of small storage warehouse. Tables and crates of materials were scattered everywhere. It was the what was in the middle of the room that caught Gamora's attention instantly.

It was Peter, his hands shackled above his head and hanging from a chain. There was just enough slack for him to stand flat on his feet but he was not. Instead he was slumped down, likely unconscious. Gamora could not see his face but she could tell be the look of his clothes he had probably taken a beating just as severe as Dey.

Something on the floor caught Gamora's gaze.

Blood splattered on the floor.

Red blood.

Terran blood.

Peter's blood.

These men had not only beaten Peter when he was with Dey but they followed up with more after getting to this warehouse.

Something deep within Gamora's mind snapped. The green skinned woman let out an almost feral snarl then dashed foreword with the speed of a violent tempest.

The men had definitely not been expecting an attack. They even more so did not expect the pure rage that was Gamora's assault. Diving across the table between her and the men, Gamora caught the first with a heavy fist to his jaw. Physically Gamora felt the bone break like a piece of glass but mentally she did not even notice.

A second man attempted to raise a gun to shoot her but a swipe of Godslayer severed his hand at the wrist. Bringing the blade back around she slashed it across the same man's throat easily cutting through the flesh. He fell to the ground chocking on his own blood.

The third lunged toward her with a knife but Gamora sidestepped the attack and caught his arm beneath her own. With an upward twist and a sickening crack the man's bone snapped like a dried twig. He attempted to scream but Gamora wheeled him around, wrapping her arm around his neck. There was another crack as she broke his neck.

As an assassin Gamora was trained from her childhood to be a ruthless killer. Pure brutality was not effective. An assassin had to be quick, precise, and efficient. Gamora was none of that in this fight. Instead of quickly dispatching her targets cleanly and effectively, she killed in the most painful way possible. A couple of her targets were still alive on the floor, dying a slow painful death.

She almost reveled in the pain she gave these men.

The Zehoberi woman was a whirlwind of death and pain. Most of the men attempted to run away from her but she never let them get more than a few steps.

Gamora was splattered in the blood and body fluids of the dead men as she searched the room almost frantically for more to kill. There was none left, she had single handedly decimated every single one.

She finally came to her senses when her eyes locked on the rest of the guardians. While she had been killing everything in sight Rocket and Drax had gotten Peter down from the chain. The terran man was now awake and staring straight at her. He had indeed been beaten pretty severely. He had a black eye and his nose was bleeding, likely broken. Plus many more other bruises all over what skin she could see.

It was his eyes that had enraptured her, and not in a good way. He seemed almost... fearful.

The realization hit her like a falling star. Peter was afraid alright.

Of her.

Looking around at all the bodies that surrounded her and the fresh blood covering her, Gamora felt the bile rising in her throat. Peter must have woken up and seen her completely lose control. Seen her brutally slaughter these men even while some begged for their life.

Time seemed to slow down around her as Gamora struggled to figure out what to say or do. Peter never took his eyes off her.

Ordinarily this would be nothing to Gamora. She had killed many men before. Sometimes like she had just done, more as a monster than a person. None of it was new to the deadliest woman in the galaxy.

It was the fact that Peter had just watched her do it that made her feel like she was going to vomit.

Her Peter finally got to see just what kind of creature he was in a relationship with. The same monster he wrapped his arms around every night. The same fiend he seemed to care so deeply for.

The killer.

The monster.

Gamora did not know what could have possibly made her think she could have been a normal person. She was not someone who deserved having a person care for her, not like the way Peter did. He deserved better. Far better than she could ever be.

Not knowing what else to do, Gamora did the only thing she could think of.

She ran.


Sorry for the late update everyone. Depression is not fun. Anyway the next chapter will be a follow up without a time skip. It will hopefully be up soon. It will also likely not be as long.