This chapter will be slightly shorter than the others because I've had to re-write so many times! I've also been working on my other fanfic, Peter's Sister, which will also be updating more frequently.

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Gamora

Last night I couldn't stop thinking about him and replaying the touchy and close scenes in my head. The feeling of his lips so close to mine and the slow thudding of his chiseled chest. I melted in his arms.

NO! Why would I even think such thoughts? I did not like Peter… I think. Well, I hoped. One of the only things I am afraid of is becoming attached to someone. Once they're gone even for a second, it's as if they become a part of you and emotions of worry and despair are the only things you feel. I don't know how love works, to be utterly honest, since I have never been in love before and do not want to be.

The door slowly creaks open, Peter peeking his head out slightly only to display his eyes.

"Hey" he greets in a deep morning voice, which sounded seemingly attractive.

I push my body up with my elbows and blink a few times before staring at him for a few moments, "Hello Peter" I mumble lousily.

He sighs and reveals himself and closes the door behind him, tucking his hands behind his back and biting down on his lip awkwardly.

He had tousled light brown hair, which was thick and lustrous from his sleep. His eyes were a mesmerizing deep ocean blue, flecks of silvery light performed ballets throughout. His face was strong and defined. His usually playful smile had drawn into a hard line across his face. His perfect lips ripe for the kissing. Kissing?

How can a person make me feel this strange emotion?

"Uh," he fumbles, looking around. "I'm sorry?" he apologizes for last night and raises his shoulders and looks at me.

"Forget it, Quill"

"Forget what, exactly?"

"Your pelvic sorcery" I lower my eyebrows and sit up on the bed, but he still looked utterly confused and slowly starts to laugh at me.

"Pelvic sorcery?" he lowers himself closely beside me, not only making the bed sink but my heart race.

"Okay, fine. No more of my awesome jokes for once," he nods and I roll my eyes. "I really do like you." He states.

I frown.

"Peter, do you really expect me – an assassin and warrior – to believe that you actually like me? Me, of all people. Do you know how many innocent souls I have slaughtered? Or the relics I've stolen? Or maybe even the things I've been through? Because no matter how much you claim to lo-"

The next thing I knew, he had slammed his lips to mine and nearly knocked all wind from my lungs.

I hardly had a moment to react before he pressed his tongue to the seam of my lips and, at my grant of access, delved inside my mouth. His arm tangled around my waist, driving me crazy. In an instant I was pulled forward and arched up into his broad chest, supressing the moaning in the contact of body heat against my own, before he was the one who drew back slowly.

I widened my eyes at him and a slight smirk tugged at his lips, rising from my bed.

"Have a good morning, Gamora" he sing-songs out of my room.

One time when I was younger and climbing up a tree, watching the clouds form shapes, I dozed off and fell ten feet to the ground, landing on my back. It was as if the impact had knocked every wisp of air from my lungs, and I lay there struggling to inhale, to exhale, to do anything.

That's how I feel now, trying to remember how to breathe, unable to speak, totally stunned as the flavour of Peter's lips stained my memory.

"Okay, listen up!" Rocket gathered everyone together, swinging his gun everywhere.

I couldn't stop thinking about him, so I forced myself to concentrate on what Rocket was saying.

"We have been given a… mission. From that crazy-ass dude we recall as The Collector or if you like more casual terms, The Kidnapper" he continues explaining, standing on top of a mound of crates.

"Who is this, Kidnapper?" Drax frowns, seated in chair.

"The Collector" Peter corrects, and glances towards me. I quickly look away.

"Maybe you would know who that is if you didn't call an entire army to kill us all" Rocket explains slowly, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Drax grunts roughly with a frown.

"Okay, okay… calm down everyone." Peter stands to his feet, gesturing with his hands. "We're over that now. Rocket?" Peter raises his eyebrows.

Rocket mumbles something under his breath before rising to his normal posture, "We are meeting in Xander, so he can pay us or whatever" he explains.

"How are we supposed to trust him, after the Orb?" Peter questions. "And what is this so-called 'mission' about?"

"Why the fuck you askin' me?" Rocket shrugs to his questions. "I'm just in it for the cash"

"I'm Groot"

"He is not nice! He's a creep! I mean he wanted to freakin' frame you!" Rocket throws his arms in the air.

"We need more details, Rocket" I say focusing back on to the mission and ignoring Peter's stare.

"Yeah um, there's a catch. I kind of ended the call when his assistant was giving me the coordinates to the position because I slipped and – BOOM!" he motions with his paws.

"You what?" I ask lowly.

"We can just split up and find him" Rocket flourishes with his hand as if it was nothing.

"Do you know how big Xander is?" Drax says.

"It'll be fine, guys" he reassures. "Me and Groot, Gamora and Quill"

"What about me?" Drax frowns.

"So we're all good? Okay." Rocket says and hops down from the crates.

"No, no! Not okay. So you're plan is to waltz around Xander trying to find a creep and his assistant?" Peter intrudes.

"Not waltz. More like break dance" Rocket smirks flashing his sharp teeth, and reloads his gun.

"We are not to cause any trouble. Remember, we made a deal with Nova" I remind everyone, especially Rocket.

"Still sucking the joy from everything, aren't we?" he mutters and drops his gun.

"To Xander" I ignore Rocket and glance towards Drax who starts to fill in the coordinates.