A/N: So here is the next chapter! Hope y'all like it!

Disclaimer: I still do not own Marvel. *sigh*

True to her word, Dr. Camara released Gamora from the hospital three days later, giving strict orders for Gamora to rest and for the others to bring her back as soon as possible if Gamora was in anymore pain.

Gamora didn't like this plan, to say the least. She was still fighting to stay conscious due to the strong pain medication, but when she was awake she would attempt to sneak out of her room, only for someone, mostly Peter, to pick her up and bring her back to her room.

"This is stupid!" Gamora snapped, crossing her arms as Peter came in, handing her the pain medication.

"I know, but it's only a few more days." Peter said, sighing, "But to make it up to you, also as an apology for bringing such an oh so dangerous plant back, i'm going to bring you on a date."

"A date?" She asked, as though the word was a foreign concept.

"Don't tell me you've never been on a date before?" He stated, making it sound more like a question than a statement as he turned and started rummaging through his knapsack.

"No, I haven't."

Well, shit. He thought, sighing and turning back to look at her only to see that Gamora was once again fast asleep.

The next time she awoke, there was a note lying to her right addressed to her. Sighing, she picked up the note and read it.

Gamora,

I'm sorry, but we had to leave to address a situation in Knowhere. We didn't want to wake you because we knew you'd want to come and wouldn't take no for an answer and I didn't want to risk you getting hurt. I know, this was an A-hole move, but we had no choice. You can punch and hit me all you'd like, maybe even remove my spleen when we return. On second thought, don't do that. I want to live for now.

Be back soon.

Love,

Star-Lord

Gamora was pissed beyond recognition, but she was too exhausted to throw anything like she normally would, but smiled at how Peter had signed off on the note; love. Peter seldom signed off with that word, even when he was flirting with her. Usually he opted to just sign off Peter or Star-Lord.

Groaning, she got out of bed and left her bedroom, knowing this was her only chance to get up and walk around before she'd be forced back to the small room. The main area of the Milano was a mess, almost as if they were looking for something and left in a rush.

The situation must be pretty bad if they left so quickly. She thought, sitting in the captains chair clutching the note to her chest as a wave of dizziness hit her.

She wondered how long it would be until she'd get her strength back. Her hand was healing at a fast rate, but it still looked bad. Ragged scars were all over the palm of her hand, and they hurt when she gently brushed against them. It appeared as though the spikes of the plant had punctured right to the bone. The spikes were bigger than they appeared, much to her dismay.

She didn't notice that she had been looking at her hand for a little too long when a voice broke her out of her thoughts.

"Gamora, what are you doing up?"

Drax.

Gamora sighed, "I woke up and wanted to stretch my legs while I had a chance, I guess." She said, standing up and turning to look at them.

Her gaze landed on Peter.

No. Her glare landed on Peter.

She was pissed.

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