Just to make this clear, to avoid any confusion, each chapter will switch POV's. For instance, chapter one was Gamora's view and this chapter is in Peter's :) this story also isn't all about Peter/Gamora. There is going to be a whole lot more and maybe even a sequel if people like it.

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It was finally summer time. Where tall redwoods spread dappled shadows across tinkling streams, birds sing from their hidden nests and the air is spicy with the scent of flowers… and my mom's famous apple pie. The song 'December 1963' dimly played on the radio by some band my mother adored, was it the Jersey Boys?

"Sup' mom" I greeted idly, throwing myself over the couch and flicking on the fuzzy television to watch one of my favourite shows; Who's the Boss?. Starring the absolutely gorgeous Alyssa Milano.

"Peter Jason Quill," my mother swivels around from the kitchen with a soapy dinner plate in hand. She wore a damp apron and frown on her features, making her seem much older. She rarely frowned. "Get those filthy shoes of the sofa now, honey" she sighs, clearly not able to stay angry for long. And I mean, come on, who would want to stay angry at me?

I sigh and remove my feet off the couch. She was always getting angry lately at the smallest things and I didn't even know why. She kept breaking down and crying, and I once caught her smoking cigarettes on our front porch while looking at some old photos. Her skin started to grow whiter in all this summer heat, and I was worried. Is she sick?

After a long silence I finally decide to ask, "Mom?"

"Yes, honey"

"What happened to dad?"

A plate clatters against the tiles and pieces of glass spray everywhere. "He- … Your father- ", she stops to clear her throat. "Your father was an angel, Peter. You look just like him" she says quietly.

"I wish you got to see more of him, but people come and go. I don't want you to think he is a bad person because he is not. He treated me right. He treated us right. And that's all you need to know" she says, and I could hear her voice crack.

I stare down into my lap and frown. Our dad just ditched us?! Mom turns back to look at me with a sympathetic expression, "Peter…"

"Peter!" Gamora shouts with slight concern to get my attention, causing me to jump slightly in my seat and turn to her. The sky was darkening colors and we landed the ship in Knowhere for the night after spending a 'bit of both' day at Starlin's Bar.

Drax offered to look after Groot and my mixtapes back in the ship – which I threatened if he lost or ruined them, he would be in a huge fucking mess. He said he needed some time to sharpen his daggers or whatever and Rocket needed a break from babysitting Groot, so we all agreed. And he actually managed to take good care of everything. Groot even had grown to the height of Rocket and width of my arm.

"I was just – never mind …" I sigh, as Rocket laughs hysterically on the table behind us and holds a full glass of alcohol. He drinks way too much for the size he is. He caused like, five or six bar fights today, and it was a hassle breaking everyone up so we decided to leave early.

"You looked distant." Gamora informs as she stands up, and walks over to the edge of the ship to stare at the blooming explosion of the galaxies star constellations and bright colors.

I don't want to say anything about my thoughts and go to join her.

"Did you ever meet Kevin Bacon?" Gamora asks and looks at me. The question caught me off guard.

"Uh" I try to think of a proper answer. "We saw each other every Saturday night, before dinner when I was on Earth" I nod at her. And she nods back with understanding, and totally absorbed. I am definitely not going to explain the concept of movies and television to her. Not right now anyway.

There is a long silence between us, and we return our attentions back to the galaxy. I don't think I could ever get sick of this amazing view; small pinpricks of white light in the purple canvas sky. As a kid, I loved astronomy. All the planets, velvet skies and most importantly the stars. That's one of the reasons why I'm widely known as Star-Lord. Yes, widely known.

"Peter," Gamora says, continuing to stare into the galaxy.

"Yeah"

"You know, just because you saved my life –"

"Twice" I correct her.

Gamora sighs, rolls her eyes and continues, "Doesn't mean that I am just another... girl"

I stare at her for a long time, trying to figure out her twisted emotions and motives. Why did she so suddenly bring this up? Was it because we had our little um, moment here? When I first saw her, I thought she was beautiful. In a strangely different and dangerous way; with her odd green skin, bottomless brown eyes and flaming hair. Most of the women I met were too quiet, too boisterous, or even too pink. But Gamora was just… different.

"But you're not just another girl" I say, and smile softly at her.

Gamora blinks twice and looks elsewhere with a big smile. She looks back at me with her head tilted, and those big alien eyes scanning me, trying to work me out. "You're really are a piece of work, Quill" she says and shakes her head lightly.

"I am not just a piece of work, I am a piece of art" I smirk and lean against the iron railing of the ship.

"Then what makes me so special?" Gamora asks.

I turn my body towards her, "Your green. And that's amazingly awesome" I answer. She punches me in arm. Hard. "It was a compliment" I mumble and rub the arm she damaged. That's defiantly gonna leave a bruise.

"You're smart." I say, seriously. "But not the Einstein kind of smart."

She bunches her eyebrows together, "Einstein?"

"Famous intelligent dude from Earth…" I mumble. "But you always know the right the thing to say and you know all these things that we don't. I don't even know how you manage to be mentally capable to hold all your anger, and all that emotion inside of you. Especially after what happened with your… Thanos. And plus your ass looks great when kicking the shit out everyone."

Another punch.

"It was a compliment" I repeat and inch backwards slightly.

"Well maybe your compliments offend me" she says with a smug look on her face.

"I wonder how you'll take criticism" I frown with wonder and she laughs slightly. Deciding to test it out, I say "You can't dance." And just as she was about to punch me once more, I grab her wrist in time and place her hand on top of my shoulder. She just looks confused, which makes me smile. "I'll teach you"

I click a button down on the cassette player connected to my waist, and unplug the headphones. Fooled Around and Fell in Love by Elvin Bishop slowly started to fill the atmosphere. I didn't usually listen to this song as much as the others, so it kind of felt special in this moment.

I wrapped my arm cautiously around her waist, which she jumped back in reaction. "Relax" I smiled, slightly laughing as she realized I obviously didn't want to harm her. Gamora blinked viciously and allowed me to touch her. I returned my arm to the small of her back and slowly reached out for her hand. She seemed really uncomfortable.

I started to lead her gently with the slow beat of the song. She glanced down, trying to replicate my movements. Her feet stumbled with the pace and she fell against my chest. I smiled at her patiently and helped her up.

"You're rushing it. It's not a chore" I tell her, feeling her tense up. "It feels like it" she mutters. I pull her closer towards my body, "Just listen to the music and let your feet do the work. Forget about it even"

Her footwork improves slightly, as her eyes wander upwards in thought as she listens to the words of the song.

I must have been through about a million girls
I'd love 'em then I'd leave 'em alone
I didn't care how much they cried, no sir
Their tears left me cold as a stone

"Is this what you do to all girls?' she asks with a mischievous grin, referring to the lyrics. She starts to calmly dance and forget about how horrid she is.

"Hey, look you're improving!" I change topic, incredibly enthusiastic. She rolls her eyes at me but continues to smile. "This song is cheesy" she admits.

I fooled around and fell in love
It used to be when I'd see a girl that I liked
I'd get out my book and write down her name
But when the grass got a little greener over on the other side
I'd just tear out that page

"I know, but it's the only song on this playlist that we're able to dance to" I say.

We continue to dance, and her footwork grows graceful and slow as if she was an actual woman. Okay, she is an actual woman, but she does not act like one. She's supposed to be a warrior and an assassin and blah, blah, blah…

"Is it true?" Gamora asks suddenly, awaking me from my thoughts, as I wrap my other hand around her waist.

"What true?"

"All those things you said about me?" she wonders and stares in to my eyes, seeking for the truth.

Maybe she really did care what I thought about her. "Yes, I really do think your ass looks great" I smirk, spinning her around and lowering her softly as the song slows.

Our faces are inches apart, and I can her quiet breaths that became short and rigid. The background sounds seem to blur and the atmosphere becomes almost cloudy and humid. "Why would I lie to you? I'm like super righteous" I whisper with a small shrug. She raises a brow, a look screaming "Really, Peter?".

I fooled around and fell in love
Free, on my own is the way I used to be
Ah, but since I met you baby, love's got a hold on me
It's got a hold on me now, I can't let go of you baby

I lean forward, closer to her lips. I can almost feel the racing pule in her veins as our lips slightly graze across each other. The temperature grows warmer between us, our bodies pressed against each other.

"I'm Groot!" a familiar voice interrupts belonging to a five foot Groot missing a silver pot.

Rocket trips out from the wall and curses under his breath as Drax silently backs away.

"I know they going to smooch, Groot!" Rocket exclaims, turning towards his friend.

Gamora pushes herself off of me and disappears inside the ship muttering things under breath about "Ridiculous Quill" and "Nonsense lies". We were having a moment there. Those bastards…

I quickly pause the music out of frustration.

"How long were you spying on us?" I accuse staring down at Rocket.

Rocket runs his paw through his fur and shrugs; "Only around for the best parts" he smirks, taking a swing from his bottle of liquor.

"Actually we have been here the whole time" Drax confirms, and I watch as Rocket throws him a dirty look.

I sigh, running a hand over my face and snatch the bottle off of Rocket. "Rocket. Go to sleep"

"I'm Groot!" catches my attention.

I look down across towards the voice. "He's growing?" I say with a huge smile, suddenly forgetting about the 'moment' a few seconds ago. He wasn't as tall as I was but at least it was progress.

"I know! I came to tell you imbeciles but found you goin' –", he pauses to make irritating kissing noises and motions with his paws. "Nom, nom, nom" he demonstrates.

I just stare him, silently waiting for him to finish. "Done?" I say and knock past him, causing him to fall backwards on his back.

I hear him chuckle and Groot sighs before I slam the door to my room.

Then I came up with an idea.