A/N: Hey guys, sorry I haven't updated in awhile. I haven't been feeling very well lately. So, sadly there isn't a lot of confrontation in this chapter, I was running out of ideas. Yeah. It's sad. Enjoy.
Nikolai ran through the dark corridors, hoping to reach the panels before Nebula had a chance to get to them. If she hadn't already gotten to them. He knew Thanos would be hiding away like the coward he was, which meant there would be two or three guards with him at all times. Nikolai slowed his pace and saw Nebula had already beaten him to the panels.
Nebula glowered at him, "You fool! You were supposed to be guarding that traitorous little_"
She didn't get a chance to finish before he ran at her and kicked her feet out from under her, climbing on her the same way he had when he ambushed Gamora, putting a knife to Nebula's throat.
"Finish that sentence. I dare you." He seethed, the dagger still pressed to the other assassins throat. Nebula smirked at him.
"You always did have a small crush on her. It must kill you to know that she's a_"
Nikolai didn't give her a chance to finish that sentence before he took his knife and jammed it into Nebula's shoulder, pinning her to the ground. He got up and kicked her in the side and face, heading over to the panel. He started to punch in the code, hoping by now that Drax, Peter, and Gamora got to the gate with as little confrontation as possible.
He finished punching in the code and already had his hands on the green cylinder, preparing to remove it and open the doors when he felt a sharp pain in his back. Nikolai spit out blood into his free hand, but continued to take the cylinder out regardless before he and the object both collapsed to the ground, a knife protruding from his back.
Nebula knelt down to where he lay and grabbed him roughly by his shoulder, turning him over onto his back so he had to look at her and pulled the knife out of his back with the other hand.
"You would rather help a traitor escape? Should have guessed it was only a matter of time before you betrayed us too."
"Your own...sister." He choked, his barely conscious red eyes boring into her dark blue ones. Nebula didn't say anything until after she took hold of his knife and slid it across Nikolai's throat.
"She's not my sister anymore."
Peter finally got to the main gate.
"Drax, cover me." Peter ordered, tightening his grip on Gamora.
"Cover you with what?"
Peter sighed, "It means watch my back!" He snapped and entered the courtyard with the other man following closely behind, moving with a slight jog.
"Well, look what we have here." A females voice said from behind them.
They turned as Nebula finally came into view, walking passed them before she finally turned her gaze.
"I wouldn't bother. She's going to die either way." Nebula said, gesturing to Gamora with a nod of her head, a look of disgust on her features. Nebula had blood on her clothes and her hands, which could only mean that she more than likely killed Nikolai.
Nebula started walking towards them, a steely glare fixated on the three, only taking it away when she heard a voice from behind Peter.
"Not if I can help it!" A voice said, and Nebula was blasted to the side, hitting a stone pillar before she dropped to the ground.
I'm getting a weird sense of deja vu. Peter thought, turning to see Rocket perched on Groot's shoulder holding his gun.
Rocket and Groot joined them and turned to look at Nebula.
"She'll live. Unfortunately she's going to wake up. In what condition? I can't say." He explained, shrugging.
With no time to waste, they made their way back to the Milano.
Once back to the Milano, Peter went to his room and sat Gamora down on his bed, taking his jacket off of her small figure and carefully lifted her shirt up to assess the damage. She had various bruises and abrasions on her torso. Peter gently started to press his hands on her abdomen, moving his hands up inch by inch, feeling for any broken bones and orgens.
A hand grabbed his own.
He looked up to meet Gamora's frightened gaze.
"Hey, it's okay. You're safe." He assured her, brushing a strand of Gamora's dark hair our of her face. The assassin visibly relaxed and let go of Peter's arm, allowing for her eyes to drift shut once more as he continued to lightly press his hands on her torso.
As he reached her just below her ribs, he heard her take a sharp intake of breath and groan.
"Stop," She choked, keeping her eyes shut tightly, "It hurts."
"Where does it hurt?" He asked, concern etched into her features.
Gamora lifted a weak hand and gestured from the area around her navel up to her chest.
"I can't...breathe." She gasped, trying to take a breath. Peter could tell that she was struggling to even take a breath at this point, a tear slipping down her cheek from the corner of her eyes. She wasn't as green as she usually was and it was scaring him. He could tell that Gamora had at least three broken ribs, if not more. It was also very likely that she had some internal bleeding.
That would mean another stay at the hospital and although the nova corps paid for Gamora's stay the last time, he doubted they'd be generous this time around, less than a month after the incident with that plant.
"Rocket! Bring me the first aid kit!" He called, turning to see that Rocket was already standing behind him with the first aid kit.
"Thanks." He said, returning his attention to his girlfriend, who had once again passed out.
"Hey, Gams. Wake up. I know you want to sleep right now, but you can't. Not yet." He said, opening the small metal container and taking out a roll of gauze.
"Drax, hold her up for me." He said, noticing that everyone was now in the room. Drax nodded and gently grabbed both of Gamora's arms and lifted her upper body up.
Gamora groaned in response to the sudden movement.
While Drax held Gamora upright, Peter wrapped the gauze around her torso, starting at just above her navel and ending just below her breasts.
"Okay, now set her down. Gently."
Drax nodded and did as he was instructed, putting Gamora back into a lying down position as gently as possible.
Sighing, he took the silver dagger and cut the fabric of Gamora's black, leather pants at her mid thigh, taking the fabric away. Her knee was swollen and it looked to be twisted at an odd angle that, although he wasn't a doctor, he immediately knew it was dislocated. She also had several abrasions on her legs as well as the rest of her body, and blood that they didn't know where it was coming from.
"She needs a doctor, Quill." Rocket said, climbing onto the bed.
"Set a course for Xandar and get some more blankets and towels. She's as cold as ice and we need to stop the bleeding." He ordered, running his hand through his brown hair.
If she died, it would be his fault and he knew it. He loved Gamora and he knew that he was never going to let her go. Peter was determined to even marry her one day, maybe even start a family with her.
Rocket handed him some spare blankets and some towels. Wrapping the towels and the blankets around her like a cocoon.
"Already done. We should be there within the next hour at the speed we're going."
"I am Groot." Groot said from the door way, causing for Rocket to jump off the bed and leave the room, leaving Peter with an unconscious Gamora.
Peter placed a hand on Gamora's forehead, kissing her on the lips as he did so.
"You're going to be okay."
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