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Chapter 2: Wise Men

What the hell. Gamora just walked out and left Peter standing here like an idiot. Plus, his hair was orange. Rocket's method is usually taking weird body "accessories", but he couldn't take anything from Peter so he decided to ruin something instead. He'd much rather have a Drax turd in his bed. Rocket's lucky that he's too nice to taxidermy his raccoon ass. But he needs to think of a way to show him that messing with Peter is a bad idea. Except… Gamora would then kill him if this turned into a full-on war.

Gamora. The unspoken thing between them had been so inconsistent lately. Like earlier, she was stiff and just seemed uncomfortable with him touching her. Usually she melted under his hands and folded into him. Then again, he had also been acting strange lately. He had been having these horrible nightmares about Thanos and Gamora and just that whole dynamic. Ever since Gamora had explained to him about the Infinity Stones and Thanos' desire for them… it had been a little weird. Peter could tell that Gamora still cared about Thanos, even if she hated him, she still cared. He understood that feeling, as his father was also an insane homicidal maniac. Except his father was dead while Thanos was still on a warpath.

He should probably go and apologize to Gamora.

Peter caught a glimpse of his burnt orange hair in the mirror as he walked out of the bathroom. Damn Rocket. Frustrated, he stormed off to his room to get changed. He usually brought clothes with him into the bathroom but completely spaced today. It was apparently Gamora's lucky day because she definitely saw his bare ass.

He grabbed a t-shirt and pulled it over his still slightly damp chest, and threw on some boxers and sweatpants. He rummaged around for some socks and quickly yanked them on. Peter glanced around his messy and unkempt room and sighed. Gamora was always on him to clean up after himself, maybe he should clean it to surprise her…

*Cue 'I Wanna Dance with Somebody' by Whitney Houston cleaning montage*

"Ohhh I wanna dance with somebody!" Peter sang as he balled up socks and threw them into his dirty clothes hamper. He grabbed his brush off of the table and began to groove his body to the beat. "I wanna feel the heat with somebodaaayy!" He mimed the brush as a microphone and ran his hand through his hair, obviously passionate about the song that was playing. After Kraglin gave Peter his Zune, Gamora had bought him some type of speaker to plug the player into so he could listen to the music anywhere on the Benatar. Kraglin actually had some pretty decent taste in music, Peter had discovered some unique new bands, such as ABBA and Kanye West. He thought Kanye's song 'Gold Digger' was especially great.

Peter glanced around his now relatively clean room and decided it was time to show Gamora what a great job he had done. Hopefully he could get away without apologizing by making it up for it with a clean(er) room. He quickly raced over to his new speaker system and decided to blast it in the hallway, but he had to decide on a song. He thumbed around and chose 'Scar Tissue' by the Red Hot Chili Peppers.

He raced down the quarters of the Benatar until he got to Gamora's room. He knocked on her door and waited for her response. He heard her get off of her bed and rustle around for something before opening it up. She hid her face from the door, almost standing directly behind it.

"What do you want?" She asked, her voice soft and low. That didn't sound like his Gamora, she was usually excited to see him.

"Oh, uh, I wanted to show you something...but if you're not up to it's fine…" Peter trailed off, unsure of what to do in this situation. Gamora cleared her throat and poked one eye out from behind the door. They looked bloodshot and puffy. Had she been crying? Oh shit, did he make her cry? Hell, this orange hair almost made him cry.

"What is it?" She questioned, and he felt like she was almost staring into his soul. She had definitely been crying. He wanted nothing more than to hold her and play with her hair as she talked and vented.

"It's a surprise." Peter managed a weak smile and held out his hand, motioning for her to take it. She hesitated for a second before extending an arm which was clad in a fluffy yellow robe. He was taken back for a second; since when did Gamora, a universal badass, wear a fluffy robe? Let alone a yellow one? Peter thought back and couldn't imagine her in anything but black or that dark red she liked. Anyways, he grabbed her hand and softly pulled her out from behind the door.

"Okay, this better be good." Peter laughed and drew her into a hug. She immediately relaxed and he rubbed his hand on her back. Well, rather, her fluffy yellow back. It was really soft and comforting. He could see why she liked it. He was also rather relieved that she was actually accepting his embrace.

"And can you feel the love tonight?" Fuck. Peter had forgotten that his entire music library was on shuffle. Gamora perked up, lifting her head off his shoulder.

"Is this your surprise?" She inquired, looking rather confused. Peter felt himself blush and quickly tried to explain himself.

"Ah, no, but everything needs a badass intro song, right?" He pulled her down the hallway and turned into his room, and bolted to the Zune dock which he hastily paused.

He turned around and gestured to his clean(ish) room with his arms.

"Well? What do you think?" Gamoras eyes wandered around his room and nodded subtly.

"It's not half bad."

"What! I spent the past hour cleaning it up!" Peter joked. Although he really had spent the last hour or so tidying it. She smiled and sat down on his freshly made bed.

"Did you change the sheets too?" Peters' eyes grew wide as he misinterpreted what she was asking.

"Uh, well," he stammered, clearly caught off guard. Gamora stared blankly at him.

"You know you should change them like once every two weeks." Ha. Shit. She was literally just asking if he had changed his sheets. God, he was such a dumbass.

"Yeah, I did last week…" He lied weakly. She chuckled at him and shook her head. Gamora leaned back onto his pillow and sighed. Peter softly sat beside her and looked at her.

"Do you want to talk about it?" The way she looked at him, you would've thought that he had asked her to punch a baby. Then her face changed and she looked absolutely defeated. She shut her eyes and pulled her hands to her chest. Gamora sighed heavily before curling up into a little ball. She laid there for a few moments before she opened up her eyes. Peter had never seen her like this. Usually she was the one who comforted him. He reached out his hand and rested it on her forearm.

Gamora drew a breath and began to speak.

"Okay. It's just been really weird between us lately and you've been an ass and I just, ugh, I just don't know anymore." He mentally kicked himself. She was upset because he had been a total dickhead lately. He didn't even know why he had been acting like that either; it was almost like he was a hormonal teenager again.

"Look, I'm sorry I've been a total dill hole lately. I know I can't make up for it but I'm sorry." Gamora shrunk even smaller and turned her back towards him. He could hear her sniffling. Fuck. He had no damn clue what to do. He shifted his body so that he was laying on his back and put a hand on her shoulder. Peter just laid there and reflected on all the douchey things he had done lately. He was never mean to Gamora, but Rocket had been getting under his skin. Still, that didn't justify his actions. He made the occasional mean joke and sometimes let his ego get the best of him.

Peter shifted his weight so that he was on his side, his body facing the back of Gamora. She flipped around to face him, her eyes damp. She looked so kind and innocent.

"It's been hard for all us."

"I know, and I'm sorry that I wasn't there for you." He extended his hand so that it cupped her face and she softly nuzzled into it. She let her eyes close and felt her entire body relax.

"But hey," He whispered, gingerly lifting her head towards his own. "I'm here now...and I have orange hair. Doesn't that cheer you up just a little bit?" He teased, rubbing his thumb across her chin. She smiled and chuckled at him.

"It is rather funny." She admitted. He draped his arm over her waist and pulled her closer to him.

"Is this okay?" Peter asked carefully. He wanted to make sure that she was okay with whatever he was doing or what was happening.

She nodded and lightly pushed him onto his back and then laid her head down onto his chest. He was sure that she could hear his heart beating a million miles per hour. He forced himself to take a deep breath and tried to calm down. She obviously noticed because she giggled at him.

"It's okay. I don't have a place for my knife in this outfit anyways…" She smiled, reminiscing on the time that she held a knife to his throat because he was going to kiss her. He laughed, obviously remembering the same moment.

"Speaking of that lovely outfit, care to tell me about it?" He teased, picking at the fluffy yellow fabric. "You look kind of like Big Bird."

She glanced up at him, clearly confused about his reference.

"I am not a bird."

"No, he's a big yellow fluffy bird on a kids television show."

"Oh. Well, I found it at a store on Xandar. It's comfortable." He laughed at her explanation and simply nodded in response. They lay in silence for a few minutes before Gamora poked at something in his pocket. His eyes instantly went wide before he remembered that the remote to the speakers were in there.

"That's, uh, not a gun in my pocket," He silently laughed at his own joke in his head, knowing that Gamora would not understand before continuing, "it's the remote to the speaker system you gave me." She stuck her hand into his pocket and fished around for the remote. He shut his eyes and prayed that she wouldn't grab onto something else in his pants. Even though he was trying to prevent it, he really just couldn't help but get hard around her. She found it and hit the play button. She propped up and put her face close to his.

Elvis' deep voice rang out of the speakers, "Wise men say, only fools rush in, oh, but I can't help falling in love with you," Peter held his breath, Gamora had put his entire music library on shuffle and dear god this was the song that chose to come on? She was intently listening to the lyrics while staring at him. He watched her close her eyes and she softly brought her lips up to his...