A/N: Hey guys here's the next chapter! Sorry this chapter is short! Hope y'all like it.

Gamora walked briskly over to Peter, grabbing the collar of his jacket and dragging him to her bedroom with Peter trying to keep up with her. With one arm still holding onto Peter, she slammed the door with her other hand.

She finally released Peter, allowing for him to face her, not expecting to receive a slap across the face.

"I." She paused, punching him with both fists as he tried to block her hits, thankful that she didn't go for his face, "Can't." More punches. "Believe you!"

For Peter, that was enough. He grabbed both of her wrists to keep the woman from hitting him again. A struggle ensued, making the two of them fall and land on the bed. Peter landed on top of Gamora, pinning her to the bed but still holding onto her wrists, straddling her.

"Gamora, listen_" He started, only to be cut off by her yelling at him.

"I am not some child. I am not a weakling so why must you treat me as such!?" She yelled, going into a coughing fit.

"Gamora, you're sick. It wouldn't have been safe_"

"Safe? I do not need... to be kept... safe, Quill! If you wish to keep me safe... keeping me here and treating me like... a child... will not help!" She choked through her coughing fit before she finally stopped caughing.

The way that Peter was holding her down hurt and sent shooting pain through her abdomen, but she wouldn't make her pain known to Peter and prove his point. She was panting heavily, exhausted from the struggle that had taken a lot out of her.

"You're not strong enough to fight yet. I'll be damned if you get hurt on my watch!" He snapped, not loosening his grip on her wrists.

"Why...must you care...so much?" She panted, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Because I love you!"

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