It's the next day and Gamora is doing the dishes. Her species of Galaxian do not maintain pregnancy for as long as humans do. Their period of pregnancy only lasts two days instead of nine months. Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately), it has already been two days for Gamora so the penny cold drop at any minute. Peter has very responsibly left her alone to go get a crib and clothing for his baby.
SPLASH! The floors floods with water as Gamora's trousers soak. She drops to the floor and then crawls to the phone to phone Peter. He picks up immediately.
"I'm a second away and have got the transporter running so I will get you to hospital."
Peter was so understanding and efficient like that.
She grabbed a towel and got to the door where Peter picked her up and carried her to their transporter to hospital. He was her hero. And she was his damsel. And they were going to make their own little royal together.
Peter raced to the hospital. He lifted Gamora and placed her on a near by wheelchair. He then carefully moved her through the doors, quickly signed he in and then helped a nurse get Gamora onto a maternity bed for her to give birth.
He then goes outside and sits and waits. All of a sudden all he can hear is a loud crowd of shouting and swearing coming from his dear fiancees hospital room. Warriors should not give birth without serious drugs.
