Gamora refused Dr. Strange or Loki's help as she pushed herself off the hospital bed. Admittedly, she still felt utterly drained. She remembered seeing the effects of the Space Stone on Loki recently, and she definitely understands that feeling now. After a few moments, she pushed herself back on the bed, letting her legs hang off the side. The dizziness took over sooner than she expected.

It's strange, but she almost feels as if she is carrying the weight of the Soul Stone.

And everyone within it.

Strange's words pulled her from her thoughts. "So are we in the Soul Stone now?" He asked, eyeing the two of them thoughtfully.

Loki returned to the room then, handing Gamora a bottle of water. She hesitated before taking it from him, her eyebrow raised.

Loki rolled his eyes as we sat down next to her on a stool, "Vending machine." He turned his attention back to Strange, "I think so."

They both looked to Gamora expectingly.

She'd never tell Loki, but the water felt divine. She couldn't remember the last time she had had anything to drink. For one, she was sorta dead, so she didn't think she'd need water so much anymore, but death hasn't been quite what she has expected thus far.

She put the water bottle down next to her on a small metal table that held bloody medical instruments. No doubt tools Strange used on her while she was bleeding out an hour or so ago. She had to rip her eyes from the sight, finally realizing that they were waiting for her to acknowledge them for some reason.

"What?" She questioned, not enjoying the way they seemed to be analyzing her movements.

"How do you feel?" Loki asked.

She wouldn't meet his eyes. She knew that he had seen things in her past that she wouldn't have willingly shared. At the time, she also wasn't aware of what he could access.

She does however look to Strange, who also seemed interested in the answer to Loki's question.

"Better," she glances at Loki, "Thank you."

He gives her a simple nod before changing the subject. "I still think we're in the Soul Stone."

Strange seemed to agree, "Everything just feels a little bit off. Like this is New York, but-" he motioned out the window across the room to the rust colored sky, "different."

Gamora nodded, "I feel it too."

"How so?" Loki asked, placing a hand on her forearm, looking to provide her some support.

Gamora rolled her eyes and yanked her hand away, growing annoyed with the way he seemed to constantly want to look after her.

She looked back at Strange, "I don't know, just like I've been here before. I've never been to Terra, but, I feel like I've been living around here for years." She tried her luck at standing then, blinking rapidly as black dots began to invade her vision.

Strange and Loki rushed toward her. Loki grabbed her forearms to steady her, helping her sit back down on the surgical table. Strange shined a small light in her eyes.

She shook her head violently, irritated with Loki's hovering and avoiding the bright light in her eyes. "What even is the point of that?"

Strange smirked at her, "Just making sure you don't have any lasting trauma in your brain."

"Sounds serious," Loki muttered, eyeing Gamora worriedly.

Gamora shook her head, annoyance getting the best of her. "I honestly think that I am fine, but I did just age twenty years in fifteen minutes so maybe I'm a little unsteady on my feet, but I promise that I don't think I'm going to drop dead soon." Her voice was raspier than she had wanted, but the confidence was all there. In actuality, Gamora didn't quite believe she was perfectly healthy, but she was tired of her two new companions fussing over her so much.

Loki seemed to have taken the hint and backed up from her significantly. She noted he still was within arms' reach, but she'd take what she could get at this point.

Strange wasn't as easy to convince. Gamora chalked it up to the fact that he had actually been a medical doctor. He had taken a step back or two, but was definitely closer than Loki with his small flashlight in hand.

She raised her hands to the both of them before they could say anything else, "I wouldn't lie about this. I am fine, but the longer we're here the more I feel just so," she snapped her fingers a couple of times, finally meeting Loki's concerned stare. "Like you did, back on Titan."

He nodded, "Like a used up battery."

She nodded back to him, "Yeah, yeah. But like I can feel every little bit of how the stone is being used."

Strange raised his eyebrows, "So, if the rest of us are here, you can basically feel half the universe?"

Gamora raised and lowered on shoulder, "I just feel a lot of movement."

Strange nodded but said nothing else.

After several long moments of silence, it was Loki that spoke up.

"Drink," he said, handing her another bottle of water.

This time she didn't refuse him or hesitate. There wasn't any point in arguing that she didn't need it. None that would result in her winning anyways. Not against a real Terran doctor and an actual God.

As she drank, Loki stood up, clapping his hands and beginning to pace. "If the three of us are here, it's safe to say at least the rest of your team on Titan is here as well."

Strange crossed his arms, leaning against the surgical table. "I think so as well."

Gamora dropped the bottle of water then, the remaining contents spilling all over the floor. "Shit, sorry." she muttered, not even looking down. She hadn't even thought about what it meant for her family because Strange was around. She needed to find them. Find Peter.

Loki waved a hand to her, as if to say no big deal. He snapped his fingers and the water and bottle disappeared instantly.

Gamora would've been impressed, if she wasn't so distracted. "Do you guys think everyone from Titan is in this cityscape?"

Strange shrugged, "I think you'd be able to tell better than us."

Loki nodded in turn, looking to Gamora expectantly.

She shrugged. "Was the child from New York as well?"

Strange raised an eyebrow, "You mean Peter? Queens or Brooklyn, I think."

Gamora visibly stiffened at the mention of the name Peter. Loki raised an eyebrow but didn't question it. Perhaps that's what the Ravager's name was. She was probably wondering where the Ravager was.

"Maybe, when everyone died, they went to the places they felt most comfortable?" Loki suggested, hoping to take the scared look in Gamora's eyes away.

"That's not exactly what happened to us though," Gamora muttered, a sense of anxiety growing in her chest as she thought of Peter reliving his death over and over again.

"But, it happened to you," Loki pointed to Strange, "right?" Even if Strange was miserable here, Loki was hoping he'd lie anyways, just to keep Gamora calm.

Strange nodded, "I woke up in here."

Gamora raised an eyebrow, resting her forearms on her knees as she leaned forward, trying to assess whether or not Strange seemed happy about that fact.

When she couldn't read his expression, she cleared her throat, "And is that a good thing?"

Strange turned to face her head on, "Yes. Before all this happened, I was a surgeon. I loved every moment of it." She noticed a flicker of nostalgia across his features, but it disappeared quickly.

Gamora nodded, feeling some anxiety evaporate at the idea that her family might have gone somewhere where they felt peace. Peter might be somewhere he finds peaceful.

"So, do you think the child would also be somewhere in this city?" Loki asked, ripping Gamora from her thoughts of Peter and the rest of her family. He continued, "I'm not sure if we'll be able to get out of here, but it might be best if we all stick together while we're stuck here. In case anyone else that isn't so friendly shows up."

Strange rubbed his chin thoughtfully, surprised at Loki's willingness to work with all the Avengers. Honestly, within the last few times he's had to interact with the God of Mischief, he's been genuinely surprised by how he's become such an ally. Whether it was a hatred for Thanos or being trapped in death for so long with Gamora, Strange wasn't sure. "That makes sense. I'm not sure if where he's from would be his happy place."

"Could you run down to Kings-" Gamora started.

"Queens?" Strange interjected.

She rolled her eyes, "Wherever it is, could you go down there and see if you can find the child?"

Strange nodded after a few moments, "I can. Where will the two of you be?"

Gamora looked up across the room to see Loki, he was looking down at the surgical table where Strange had left some Terran medical tools he used on her. He seemed to be transfixed on the tools, and Gamora remembered how much blood had been on them before. She ran a hand through her hair, trying to think of how she would even be able to find her family.

"I have a few ideas," she muttered, taking a deep breath and pushing herself up. Thankfully, this time, she didn't stumble and the dizziness, while still there, seemed to have settled into something she could at least manage.

"We can meet back here?" Gamora suggested, though she wasn't sure how exactly they got here.

Strange nodded, "I can probably find you with my magic, but just in case, where are you specifically planning to look?"

"Well first, the Milano."

Strange raised an eyebrow, "The what?"

She rolled her eyes, realizing Peter mentioned he named their ship after a Terran actress. "It's our ship."

Strange's eyes widened in realization, "Oh, yeah. You're uh," he rubbed the back of his neck, "you're with Starlord."

Gamora nodded, "With all of them." She ran a band through her hair, growing uncomfortable. "And if that doesn't work, Missouri. Or the Missouri equivalent in this place."

Loki's attention was drawn back to the conversation at that, "Why the Hell are we going to Missouri?"

Gamora decided she was done discussing their next moves, and wanted to find her family. With or without her new companions. She nodded a thanks to Strange before walking over to the door, patting Loki's chest as she passed him. "You can always stay with him if you want," she muttered before walking out the door, not looking back to see if Loki had followed her.

"We'll meet back here," called over his shoulder to Strange, jogging to catch up with Gamora.

When they made it back out onto the street, Gamora stopped and looked around, growing frustrated. She ran a hand through her hair, wondering how they'd even be able to find Peter and her family. They just happened to find Strange. She didn't know anything about Terra, or the Terra-duplicate in the Soul Stone.

She almost forgot about Loki, and when he tapped her shoulder she turned around quickly, knife drawn from a holster on her leg. She pinned him against the building beside them and held it to his throat before he raised his hands in defense. "Hey! It's me." He shouted, raising his hands and pushing her away.

"Oh," she muttered, stumbling a couple steps back. "Sorry."

He raised his hands defensively, "I shouldn't have startled you."

She didn't like how he seemed overly worried about her still, but was too preoccupied at the prospect of finding Peter to really be bothered.

She started walking again almost instantly, glancing in different directions, trying to figure out if there was something around that would indicate how to get out of this city.

Loki kept up with her pace easily, not really attempting to make any conversation for the first few minutes. He recognized she needed her space, and if he was being honest, he was being honest with himself, the prospect of possibly seeing Thor again was blinding him to his surroundings.

Had his brother survived Thanos? Did he survive the snap? Gamora had mentioned that Thor had survived the wreckage where he had died, maybe he was somewhere in the Stone with her family.

He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he almost tripped over Gamora, who had since stopped walking and was sitting on the curb. The city was eerily quiet, but Loki put that out of his mind as he sat down beside her, unsure of why she had stopped in the first place.

"What is it?" He asked after another moment of silence as he watched her rest her head in her hands.

She shook her head, not looking up. Her whole body felt tense. She forced her elbows to dig into her thighs while her fingers supported her head in her hands. The dull pain seemed to ground her in this new reality.

Loki chanced it a second time, reaching out and resting a hand on her shoulder. Her body tensed, but she didn't make any moves to react or move away from him. "Gamora?"

She lifted her head, knotting her fingers and resting her chin on her hands, looking across the street at their reflection in some windows. "I'm supposed to be connected to the stone. This place." She muttered, growing angry with herself for not being able to sense her family.

Loki nodded, "That would explain why I grow weaker at the use of the Space Stone, and you with this one."

She looked over at him then, working hard to get her features expressionless, but her feelings definitely leaked into her voice, now raspy with desperation. "Why can't I feel them then?"

Loki let go of her shoulder, shrugging then. "So many people were killed in the same moment, most of them were sent somewhere within here, I imagine." He looked at the ground then, suddenly becoming fascinated with the cracked pavement they were sitting on. "And you've been through a lot since we arrived to this place."

Gamora looked back across the street, not sure how to address all that he had been able to see while within her mind. "Thank you," she started, uncertain of how to proceed. "You didn't have to," she took a breath, "-do what you did back there."

Loki raised a hand, "We made a deal. We have to watch out for eachother in here."

Gamora nodded, grateful he didn't seem to care for a long expression of gratitude. She went back to focusing on the way this place feels. She definitely feels connected, but so much energy is passing through the stone, through her, that it's hard to pinpoint if any of the movement is familar, if she should follow any particular patterns through the Stone to her family.

"Did they know?" Loki asked, breaking the silence. His question pulled her from her thoughts, throwing her off balance.

"That I'm the daugther of Thanos? Yeah." She huffed, a dry laugh escaping her lips, despite the circumstances.

He shook his head, "No, not that."

She looked at him then, raising an eyebrow, "Then what are you talking about?"

He nodded toward her left hand, "That you're going to marry the Ravager."

She blinked at his question, thrown off by his curiosity. After a couple seconds, she recovered from the surprise and decided she'd be honest. No point in deflecting now, after he'd been inside her mind. "The Ravager's name is Peter. And no, they don't know. We were going to tell them after we rescued the survivors on the Asgardian ship." Her voice trailed off then, realizing that was the place Loki had died.

"The ship I died on," he muttered, as if reading her mind.

She nodded, suddenly feeling guilty. She knew that Thanos would've laid waste to the ship whether or not Gamora and the rest of the guardians were there at the time. But the more time she spends trapped here with Loki, the more she wishes she could've done something to prevent his death. She didn't exactly know how to put that into words, so she settled with, "Yeah."

She absentmindedly went to grab the ring Peter had put on her finger just hours before all this started, her stomach dropping once she realized it was gone. "Fuck," she muttered, trying to pinpoint a place where she would've lost it.

Loki looked over at her then, raising an eyebrow. "What?"

She raised her finger quickly, "Not that it matters now, but I must've lost the ring sometime after," she stopped herself, not wanting to relive her death any longer.

Loki nodded, remembering he saw it on her finger when she was thrown from the cliff at Vormir. He took a deep breath, raising his hand beside his head in the air. His palm was up towards the sky, empty as he shut his eyes for a moment, concentrating on what he remembered about the ring the Ravager had given her. The small, velvet box appeared in his hand after a moment. Without looking at her, he placed it on the ground between them.

She looked down, eyes widening. "Is that?"

"Yeah."

She lifted the box, not opening it just yet. "You saw him propose."

He nodded, "Yeah." He ran a hand through his hair, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude on your memories. I was just trying to restore your mind to the present."

She was still looking down at the ring box, her eyes locked on it. "It's okay," she breathed.

"Alright," he mumbled sheepishly, looking back down at the pavement, unsure of what else to say.

Being around Gamora reminded him of all the things about being raised Asgardian that he enjoyed. His mother, his brother, his friends. She seemed to have each of his loved one's best qualities, but she also reminded him of himself at times. She was tough, but seemed incredibly reliable for her family, and recently, for him. She had risked her life on more than one occasion for his while she watched as her family lost the fight against Thanos on Titan. Even as a child, she tried to revive him after they landed in New York. Maybe Thor had turned him soft, but he'd never felt such an urge to do right by a companion before meeting her.

After another quiet moment, she opened the box and looked at her engagement ring. It looked exactly like the one Peter gave her. "Is this real?" She asked.

He raised and lowered one shoulder. "I just tried to recreate it the best I could."

She nodded, shutting the box and placing it in a pocket on her belt. She looked over at him then, placing a hand on his forearm and squeezing softly. "Thank you," she said with a small, grateful smile.

He couldn't help but stare at the ring box on her belt in that moment. "Sure," he muttered, standing up quickly after a couple seconds. "We should try and get back. Maybe we can navigate better from where we found each other, before we ended up in this city."

She nodded, pushing herself up after him.

They walked down the empty street in silence.