Peter
Beep, beep, beep.
I watch the hologram heartbeat monitor jump quickly in rhythm with each dangerously fast 'beep'. Her heart rate could compromise or demolish the effectiveness of blood circulation, or that's what Dawnae had told me. I think what she was trying to tell me was, that Gamora was going to die.
Groot, Rocket and Drax had wandered to a separate part of the ship, with my mother. Last night, I didn't mean to, but I yelled at her. She started crying and walked out of the room, and afterwards I felt so guilty. It was happening all over again – being told that someone I love is going to die. All these emotions bubbling inside of me and transforming me in to an emotional wreck, just waiting for someone to say the wrong thing and bang, I explode.
I will apologize to her later, I guess. She is my mother, and I've been wishing to see her again but…
I grasp on to Gamora's hand tighter, and with my other I brush the hair out of her closed eyes. Her hands were icy cold and yet her heart beat pumped so much blood through her body, it frightened me.
"I'm so sorry for everything," I whispered, and my eyes flitted to her face. The cut on her lip was starting to heal.
"I shouldn't have let us split up." I say quietly, and caress my thumb over her hand. The beep on the monitor begun to slow down slightly, yet it was still fast.
"I should've have taken you to hospital, instead of taking you here. And I shouldn't have… let you go." I continue, and then sigh quietly. Her heartbeat slows down even more, returning to a normal pace. Maybe this is the phase where her heart fails, and she dies.
My hand falls from her loose grasp, and I bite down on my tongue.
"You know, even though I joke around and crap, I just want to let you know that you're something special." I tell her. I didn't even know if she was in there somewhere, if she could hear me, but I continued. I needed this off of my chest.
"I know that we all think we're immortal, everyone in the galaxy forces themselves to believe that. We're supposed to feel that way. We're freakin' heroes. The future is and should be bright, but, what makes life valuable is that it doesn't last forever, what makes it precious is that it – it… ends." I say quietly.
"I know that now more than ever, I couldn't understand twenty six years ago. Time is luck. And, Gamora, I love you."
Her heartbeat slows even more and I burry my face in my hands, feeling the weird stinging feeling in my eyes again.
Gamora. The most dangerous woman in the galaxy, and the adoptive daughter of Thanos. She listened to me, unlike no one else. She treated me like no other girl. She knew how to stand up for herself and fight like a maniac, yet when it came to the time she was reserved and calm. She doesn't deserve to die!
"You better have meant all those things you said, because I'll kill you if you were joking." I hear a familiar voice speak. Great, now I'm hearing voices and I'm going crazy.
I feel a semi cold hand roughly slip in to mine. This time I look up.
Gamora's head was turned towards me, her hair continuing to fall over her face. Her deep brown eyes fluttered in irritation, due to the light, and her skin shone its regular and loveable green color. Her mouth twitched at the edges, and it was obvious she was fighting off a smile.
"Gamora!" I shout with disbelief at her consciousness. My eyes widened and I leaned back in the seat, my eyes flitting to the heart rate monitor hologram which was slowing down because she was recovering not dying.
"Good morning, Peter." Gamora sing-songs quietly, reminding me of our first kiss.
"I – I thought…" I stutter and no words come out of my mouth.
"You're right, we don't live forever." She says, and pushes her body up off the table. "But you're one of the reasons why I believe we do."
"Is that your way of saying that you love me?" I raise a brow, and smile lightly. I rise to my feet too.
"Don't flatter yourself, Quill." She mutters and slowly leans forward.
She's tentative to kiss me, gradually moving closer as she stares down at my lips. Her nose brushes past mine and that's when our lips met. It wasn't like any of our last two. This time it was soft and gentle but at the same time passionate. But all the same, I felt strange and jittery inside. I wrap my hands around her small waist and spin her in the air as our lips were connected.
"Someone's getting a little confident." I pull back from the kiss and mutter against her lips.
Gamora doesn't respond, and just smirks.
"The heart-rate monitor just disappeared in the control room! Is she – ",
Dawnae pauses in her tracks and glances up to the distance between Gamora and me, a slight blush rising to her cheeks.
"You're – you're alive?!" she whispers quietly. "How can this be? The Tesseract is an Infinity Stone!" Dawnae exclaims with protest. "It was infecting your systems!"
"Well," another voice erupts from the hallway. "We're the Guardians of the Galaxy." Rocket appears from another hallway, walking beside Drax and Groot.
"Nice to have you back, Gamora." Rocket says quietly.
Gamora nods with a small smile at Rocket's affectionate behaviour.
"I am Groot." Groot joins in. "An honest pleasure." Drax mutters and smiles lightly.
"We may fail sometimes and look like total losers in the process, but we will always try again." I say and stretch my hand forward, indicting to do that cliché thing I watched on television back on Earth where they all put their hands in the centre as each person said some cheesy punch line or whatever.
They all look at me funny, especially Drax. "What are you doing?" he asks, and stares down at my hand.
"You know guys, I get that you're not from Terra or anything but surely you should know how to put your hands in the middle of a circle?" I raise a brow.
Drax still seems slightly confused but the others seem to mildly understand.
"And together," Gamora says placing her hand on top of mine, leaving a lingering look towards me.
"We will stick together until the end of time." Drax adds his hand on top.
"I am Groot." Groot smiles and slowly puts his wooden hand on top of Drax's.
"And stick our hands in a circle like a bunch of idiots, because why the fuck not?" Rocket finishes and adds his paw to Groot's hand.
"Rocket." Gamora stares at Rocket with a pointed and stern look in her eyes.
Rocket just smirks.
"Now why don't we go pay a certain Collector a visit?" he says.
"Mom," I begin as I enter the room. Her back was to the door and she was staring out the window with her hand clasped behind her back. I shouldn't have been so hard on her.
"Yes, Peter?" she asks calmly, but I can hear an edge of sadness to her voice.
"Listen, I shouldn't have yelled at you like that." I say quietly and she turns around to look at me with a sad look in her similar blue eyes. "Before I leave, I just want to let you know that no matter how many times I yell at you, that you are still my mother. I still love you." I say. A small smile, that doesn't quite reach the regular glint her eyes, forms on her lips.
"Just, be safe." She whispers and I can see her bite the inside of her cheek.
Suddenly, I feel her arms wrap tightly around my body. "I'm so sorry, Peter! I shouldn't have left you!" she apologizes frantically for approval.
I laugh slightly, "I will love you, no matter what." I tell her and wrap my own arms around her.
"You better." She whispers in to my neck and I can't help but laugh again.
Next chapter is big. You know, I keep saying Peter's father is going to appear in the next chapter and the next and the next (on so forth), but I'm just going to go with flow and see when he appears if that makes any sense.
I'm beginning to write a new fan-fiction about Rocket, Groot and an OC. It's about how he manages to escape prision twenty-two times and also meet one of his first 'friends', besides Groot of course. Interesting? Like, should I bother?
Thank you all once again for the reviews, follows, favourites, etc! So close to 100! This may or may not seem like a lot to others but it defiantly means a lot to me because it is my first fan-fiction that has reached over 50 reviews.
Sorry for the long Author's note, I just wanted to let you know I'm very grateful for all your feedback and criticism.