Chapter six, Misunderstandings.

Phoebe's point of view.

"I'm sitting out front 'cause I'm not listening to anymore of Drax's constant rambling." I complained when I saw Peter working on the ship outside. He chuckled, looking up at me.

"Okay, have fun with that." He said with another laugh. I rolled my eyes and moved to sit out by the front of the ship. I pulled out my Walkman and starting playing my newest tape, smiling as I remembered dancing with Peter to that particular song when we were kids.

After a while of sitting there, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up to see Soren standing there, grinning. I took my headphones off and smiled at him.

"Oh, hey Soren." I said, standing up and looking at him.

"I thought you were leaving today." He said, looking at the ship. I nodded my head.

"Yeah, we were, but some asshole came and vandalised the ship." He pursed his lips, nodding his head.

"Yeah. Xandar is normally a nice place, but you do get the occasional crime here." I nodded my head, smiling slightly. I noticed something on his arm, and when I looked closer I saw there were more than one running up both arms.

"Hey what're those?" I asked curiously as I looked at them. He looked at his arm and saw what I was talking about.

"Oh, my scars? I used to work for the Nova, price to pay for working there I guess." He said with a shrug. I looked at him for a second longer, before signing.

"Look, Soren, we need to talk." I said. He nodded his head. "Last night...I don't know what happened."

"I do." Soren said with a smile. I looked him in the eyes, looking questioning. "Last night, I fell in love with you." Before I could say anything, he leaned forward and kissed me. It was different to what happened the night before, however. He was urgent, and that feeling soon matched inside of me. His hands moved to my waist as mine did to his. I stepped back and he stepped forward until my back hit the ship. I heard a small complaint from Rocket on the other side of the ship, though I didn't care. Soren pulled back slightly, staring at me in my eyes.

"Which is why I get to do this." Before I could ask what he meant, his hands moved from my waist and I felt a jab in my side, making me flinch. I screamed from the sudden assault on my side, though I couldn't help giggling as he ticked me with a laugh of his own at my reaction.

"Soren! Stop it!" I yelled, laughing so hard I couldn't breathe.

Before I knew what was going on, he was suddenly ripped away from me and I heard the cock of a gun loading. Rocket ran in front of me and started growling loudly in his direction.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" Peter roared at him, his hand roughly grabbing his arm while the other pointed the gun at him.

"Woah what the fuck?!" I yelled, stepping forwards towards Peter. Rocket put his hand up as if to say 'stay there' but I didn't pay any attention to him and stepped forward.

"Phoebe stay back I got him!" He hissed, looking back at me.

"Peter get off of him!" I yelled, going towards him and trying to pull him away. He looked at me weirdly, his eyes scanning me up and down.

"Phoebe you don't have to cover for him I know what that bastard was trying to do." He hissed. I scowled at him, tugging Peter's arm again.

"He didn't do anything! Get off!" I yelled again, pulling Peter's arm towards me. He turned to look at me confused, as if he expected me to have a different reaction.

"Then what the fuck was he doing to you?!" He yelled shoving gesturing to Soren, frozen still when Peter kept his gun trained on him. I stared at Peter in disbelief, not sure what he thought.

"He was just messing around! What did you think was going on?!" I yelled.

"What, so the words stop it comes from messin' around?!" Rocket yelled from behind me, making me look back at him. "Bullshit!" I glared at him, one arm still holding Peter back.

"My god you two are dumb shit aren't you?!" I yelled. I looked back at Soren and sighed. "Look, I'm sorry, I'll talk to these dicks and I'll see you later." I pulled Peter's arm towards the ship, shoving Rocket in the right direction as I went. Once we were on the ship, I turned to face them with a deadly glare.

"Explain." I hissed through my teeth at Peter.

"Right, we were fixing the ship then there was a massive thud on it and you screamed. What the fuck was I supposed to think?!" He yelled. I took in a breath as I looked at him.

"Just because of my past does not mean that whenever I scream it's because I'm getting abused!" I yelled, shoving past him and towards my room. I shut the door and sunk down behind it, tears in my eyes as I thought it over. Everything I had said to Peter and Soren, and then the memories that came flashing back from the ravengers, it was too much all in one. I gasped for breath as the tears came, my hands moving to cover my face.

XxX

Peter's point of view.

We had been on Xandar for another week since the incident outside the front of the ship, and practically every night he took her out. She hadn't spoken to anybody except Gamora and Groot much since the incident, even though I felt terrible. I had tried apologising but everytime she brushed it off. The ship was hard to fix, so everyday me and Rocket went out to the back of it and fixed what we could. Even he found it difficult.

Another day rolled around that she was going for a date with him, and by that point we were all sick of hearing about it. She had been getting ready for another date of hers when Rocket came and poked me, looking pissed. I turned to look at him, though I knew what he was gonna say.

"I've had enough of this shit." He snarled. "Every damn night your dumbass sister goes off with that asshole doing whatever." I nodded my head, not even complaining about the insult towards Phoebe.

"Yeah I don't trust him. Scars are from the Nova Corp my ass." I spat out, shaking my head. "That guy is a creep." Rocket nodded his head as he listened.

I heard Phoebe call a goodbye throughout the ship, and watched as both her and Gamora walked outside.

"Gamora hasn't met the little fucked yet has she?" Rocket asked, causing me to shake my head.

"No she hasn't."

After a couple of minutes Gamora came back into the ship but stood by the door way, staring off into space as if she was thinking of something.

"Gamora?" I asked, standing up and going over to her. "What's wrong?" She didn't look at me, her gaze locked on the floor. I saw her eyes flickering as they clouded over, her look going blank as she concentrated on something.

"Gamora?" I asked again. Suddenly her head snapped up, her face filled with worry and anger.

"Peter where did he take her?" She asked.

"Uhh, I think she said he was taking her to his place tonight. Why?" I asked.

"We're going now." She stormed around the room, grabbing her knives and putting them in the correct slots on her holsters for them.

"Woah, woah, woah, what's going on?" I asked, grabbing her arm gently when she went to walk past me. Her hand grabbed my wrist and she pulled it away painfully.

"Peter, we don't have time to sit and explain things. Right now, your sister is going to the house of an extremely dangerous bounty hunter, and he's got the head start."

Here you go, chapter six. I'm so sorry it took ages for me to get this posted. I know it's a lot later than I intended and I'm sorry, but I could never find the inspiration I needed to finish this chapter until today. Okay, I realise this chapter went from anticlimax to climax again quite quick, but I promise the chapters get a lot interesting from this one onwards. I'm so excited to get the next few chapters out that I'll start working on them now, right after this has been posted. Hopefully the updates will be more frequent, but I'm sorry if that doesn't happen. If the format for the last half of the chapter is different than normal, then I'm sorry. I've tried fixing it and when I've tried it didn't work, so

if it's still messed up don't worry about it. Anyways, what did you think? Reviews and suggestions are much appreciated. Thank you for reading!

-Bambie.