Gamora stepped up upon her tip toes, peeking over the curtain between she and Peter's makeshift bedrooms. She couldn't help it, it was a guilty pleasure. As she stretched to look over, she noted the ways that chest rose and fell, as if to the beat of a soft song that only he knew. She liked that he always looked like he was dreaming of something.

A tiny smile found it's way to her face as she lowered herself. It was nice to see that he was at peace. She didn't know why she cared so much, she didn't feel that she had a reason to. Yet, on nights where sleep evaded her, she could find herself peeking over, just to check that he was safe. She sighed, quelling weekly the soft emotions that were tugging at her weathered heartstrings.

With a small huff of exasperation towards herself, she slipped back into her bed, attempting to get back to her own time of peace. Unfortunately, sleep was not meant to be had that night, as it had not been for nearly three nights before. Every time she closed her eyes, it was as though something pulled them back open again. She knew it must have been the dreams, but she didn't want to think of those.

Everyone on the ship was plagued by some sort of memory. Rocket was afraid of needles from events transpired. Drax could hardly look at toys anymore without thinking about the family he used to have. Everyone had their reason to lose some sleep at night.

Gamora turned over in her bed, which in turn let out a long, low creak. Peter, nextdoor, awoke from it, alerted and confused. Gamora cringed, mentally noting to simply never move in bed again ever. Soft bare foot steps padded their way to the imaginary door in their partitioned bedroom.

"Are you ok?" Peter whispered, a little bit of concern and fear in his voice. Peter was always a little paranoid when woken up suddenly. Gamora sighed, angry at herself for initiating this chain of events.

"Yes. everything is perfectly all right." She forgot to make her voice sound even a little sleepy. He noticed.

"Have you been up all night?" He asked, concern painted a little thicker in his voice. She paused, regretting everything.

"Yes." She said finally, sighing as she admitted it. She rolled over to face him, but quickly turned her face away. Peter rubbed his eye, not paying any attention to his state of nightly undress.

Boxers were comfy to sleep in, end of story.

Gamora, despite her initial embarrassment, sat up to make her own self presentable. Petter stepped over, dropping heavily to sit on the edge of the old worn mattress she was calling home for the moment. He his face and mannerisms were groggy but kind, as he sat there attempting to make himself a decent friend.

"What's up?" He asked genuinely. Gamora didn't know exactly how to respond. The whole situation seemed so strange, and he seemed so casual.

"I," She paused, taking a deep breath, attempting to ignore his bare back and the exposed skin of his shoulders. "Haven't been getting any sleep." She finally confided. Peter's eyes were mostly glazed over, but he was listening intently. He nodded.

"Well." Peter said with finality, "You know what we do on earth?" He asked her, a big sleepy smile spread across his face as he spoke.

"What?"

"We sing lullabies." He looked at her eyes, they were big and dark and fully awake. The words seemed to bounce off of her, unrecognized. "It's when you sing to someone until they fall asleep." he clarified.

"Like what you did on a mission not long ago?" She asked, genuinely interested. Peter nodded. It had worked then, she didn't see a reason why it wasn't worth trying now. Besides, Peter had a lovely voice. She snuggled down into the bed gently, willing to just lay back and listen now.

"From this valley, the say you are going.

We will miss you bright eyes, and sweet smile."

He tried his best to sing sweetly and softly. Despite enjoying the quiet intimacy of the moment, he was also testing a bit of a personal theory.

"For they say you are taking the sunshine

That has brightened our pathways a while."

Peter could already tell that she had fluttered off already, but it seemed wrong not to finish the song. He couldn't remember where he had heard it first. Maybe it was back on Yondu's ship, or maybe it was with his mother. Either way, it made feel nostalgic for something he couldn't quite put his finger on.

"Come and sit by my side if you love me.

Don no hasten to bid me adieu."

Someone had sang him that song a long, long time ago. He couldn't remember who. It could have been Yondu, but Peter doubted it. Yondu really wasn't a bad man, but he also wasn't a good one. Definitely not father material, but he tried. Peter smiled a tad when he remembered him taking him out for his tenth birthday. He let him order anything off of the menu, even the fancy side. While Peter was reminiscing the song continued on, almost as if it didn't really need him to be sung.

"Oh remember the Red River Valley,

And the cowboy who loved you so true."

Both Peter and Gamora now laid asleep. Peter didn't knock himself out, but he was tired and felt at ease right where he was. His reasoning somewhere along the lines of him being comfy right where he was and that she might need him if she woke up again.