Peter bit his lip as he waited for the stairs of the Benatar to lower. Once they touched the ground and puffed dust onto his boots he took two steps at a time as he entered the ship. Going straight for their bedroom, he looked around and found that it was empty. Then he checked the bathrooms which were also empty and finally bustled into the communal area where he found everyone except Gamora staring back at him.

"What's the matter with you? You lost something?" Rocket watched Quill with judgement as he looked him up and down.

"Uh, kinda. Has Gamora come back yet?"

"You really think she would be back already after the feud you just had?"

Peter shot him a look, half annoyed, half guilty.

"It wasn't a feud."

"Sure sounded like one."

"Have you seen her or not?"

"No but quit pining over her. I'm sure Greenie will be back soon and you'll both skip off into lovey-dovey land and live happily ever after."

Peter rolled his eyes as he went to walk out, stopping to ask Drax for the hundredth time if he was okay. After Drax confessed that he was running out of ways to reassure Peter, he walked out and stopped to think for a second. Then he went back to the main door and lowered the stairs again, walking with speed back into the heart of the town.

He searched through the streets, apprehensively looking above for any passing ships that looked faulty as he passed the bar he was in. He was just about to cross the street to look into some stores until he heard a scream. A woman's scream and his heart almost exploded out of his chest. If he was being honest, it sounded nothing like Gamora, but that didn't stop him from running down the sidewalk while all sorts of horrifying traumatic thoughts swirled in his head. He was just coming up to a corner and as he turned he collided with maroon hair and a blur of emerald skin, stumbling back until he set eyes on two equally as wide ones.

A flush of relief and happiness washed over him until he looked at her properly and saw that she was slightly disheveled.

"Are you okay?"/"Are you alright?"

They both hurled the questions at each other in unison. Gamora knowing to let Peter speak first since she was better at controlling her speech than he was.

"I'm fine, I just- are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine. I'm-"

She was cut off as Peter lunged himself at her into a hug, only startling her for a moment seeing how she was just about to do the same thing. She attempted to match the tightness of the embrace and just started to lay her head against his shoulder until he pulled back with a rapid movement.

"Where did you go?!"

Gamora frowned at him as she stared at the panic in his eyes.

"I just went for a walk. Why are you-"

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean anything I said earlier."

He looked into her face, tracing over all her features with his eyes as her brown jewels locked onto his eyes. She sighed.

"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left things the way I did... I need you to know that I-"

Before she could finish her sentence Peter was on her again, holding her even tighter than before as she laughed, going to push him away but not until after she gave in and hugged him back for a moment. She was just going to finish her sentence when he cut her off again.

"Don't ever walk out on me again. Actually, I shouldn't have let you walk out- anything could happen. Have you ever considered wearing a helmet when you go out? Or some kind of shelter you could carry around with you at all times because I'm looking up at these passing ships and I-"

"What are you talking about?"

"Nothing, I just- I'm happy that you're okay."

"Of course I'm okay... I'm happy that you're okay."

"Actually, I'm not so sure, can alcohol go out of date?"

Gamora looked at him, not even bothering to decode his question as she was used to such randomness by now. Instead she shook her head slightly, teasing a slight smile as her eyes glided over his face. Then settling back on his eyes as they scanned her up and down.

"You cold?"

But before she could answer the question Peter's jacket was already off. In a flash of red leather she was wrapped in his scent and enclosed in the body heat he'd infused into the material as he secured the jacket around her, all the while she watched him in soft admiration, an act that used to sting her previously - she doesn't do staring-longingly-into-each-other's-eyes but right now she couldn't care less about how sappy she was being.

They turned together to walk away when something seemed to dawn on Peter as he quickly turned back around.

"That screaming, what was that? Shit, I left my blaster- is someone-"

"No, no. I already went down there." Gamora paused, looking back at the house briefly. "There's nothing we can do."

She watched Peter frown as he hesitated walking away but soon enough he was convinced by her words and they continued to turn the corner. The sun glinted in the ship's wings up ahead through the rooftops of houses as their footsteps treaded in unison.

"Let's never fight again."

Gamora scoffed slightly at his proposition.

"I don't know if that's possible."

"Sure it is... even if it's not, let's just make sure to say I love you before we finish the argument."

She let herself laugh at that.

"So what, I'll yell 'you're being ridiculous, I love you'?"

The silliness of the sentence tickling her, she laughs again and this time Peter laughs too.

"Okay, maybe not exactly like that. But you know what I mean."

"I do."

Their footsteps are the only sounds heard for a moment. Dusk threatens to fall over the sky as it dims, the wind picks up a bit and Peter shivers, though he brings his hand up to warm Gamora's arm as he pulls her in closer. Just as the ship becomes more visible the lights flicker in a the window of a building up ahead. As they reach it Peter looks into it and notices it's the bar. Through the grimy and partly shattered window the bartender's eyes catch his and he watches the man's eyes drift over to Gamora, then looking back at him. Peter sees the man smile slightly, a gesture that looks almost out of place against his features yet is sincere as he looks at the two of them. Peter gives the slightest nod and dares a smile of his own, now satisfied that the bartender can see her because now he can see why he was unable to describe her before. She's simply indescribable, like anything that is as amazing and stunning as Gamora, you have to see it to believe it.