A/N: Hey guys! So, here's the next chapter! At the end of this chapter, there's a somewhat mandatory authors note with a couple questions I would like you to answer. Only a couple don't worry haha. Enjoy.

Everyone looked at Nova as if she had lost her mind and was sending them on a suicide mission.

"Are you crazy!?" Rocket yelled, glaring at her.

"No. I can assure you that i'm not crazy. I have no choice but to send all of you to earth. I apologize for the inconvenience, but we need to protect the skreleton at all cost." Nova said, giving them each one last look before she began to leave, "Oh and don't worry about the hospital bill, Gamora. It's covered by the Nova corps." She added, earning a nod from Gamora as she turned and left.

Oh, this is going to be an interesting mission.


Over the next two weeks, Gamora worked to get her strength back, mainly in her legs, and each day she was getting more and more of her memory back. She remembered little things about her captivity, if one could even call it that. Such as where she was held and that it was Nikolai who got her out. Peter had yet to give her the note that Nikolai had given him, and Gamora had yet to give any indication that she had heard any of what Peter had said when she was in a coma.

She was finally given the all clear to leave the hospital, refusing the crutches that the doctor offered, only for Peter to take them. Just in case they ended up needing them.

"So, what do you want to do when we get back? Dance? Something good or bad?" Peter asked, wrapping an arm around her, which she shrugged off.

"Sleep." She grumbled, ignoring the hurt look that Peter gave her as she limped ahead of him. She was surprisingly fast for someone with a leg brace, but she had been giving everyone attitude since she had first woken up, even snapping at Groot.


They got back to the Milano and Gamora started walking towards her bedroom.

"Gamora, you're sleeping in my room." Peter called, sighing as Gamora turned and narrowed her eyes at him.

"Why?"

"Because. Dr. Camara wants you to rest as much as possible until Nova Prime sends us on our mission. Even then if at all possible, and it would be easier to watch you if you were in one place."

Gamora rolled her eyes, "I'm fine with my room."

Peter sighed and followed her to her room.

"What's the matter with you? You've been all grumpy since you woke up." He asked, sitting down beside her.

Gamora got up and walked over to her dresser.

"I just...I just can't do this anymore! Everything I do comes back to you and I put all of you in danger non-stop!" She said, her voice cracking as she threw her hands up in defeat.

"Gamora, I love you and_"

"I love you too, but I don't want you to get hurt. Each day I wonder if I should pack my things and leave."

Peter groaned, "Gamora, yes i'm going to get hurt, but not because of you. We're the Guardians of the Galaxy! We're all going to get hurt. It's part of the job."

Gamora limped over to the bed and sat back down, "Yes, but Thanos and Nebula will always find me. They will find my weaknesses and once they do, they will hurt you. I do not want that." She said, putting her head in her hands.

Peter finally understood. He was her achilles heel, just like she was his.

"Hey, look at me," Peter said, tilting her chin up to force her to look at him, "I'm going to be fine. Don't worry about me. Worry about yourself." He added, giving her a kiss on the lips.

"I love you." Gamora said, putting her head on his shoulder.

"I love you too."

"Oh, and Peter? I've been to Asgard. It is not anything special."

Peter gawked at her, "When was this!?"

Gamora shrugged, "Several years ago. Let us just say that Titans and Asgardians do not get along. My father was constantly bringing me and Nebula with him for negotiations with Odin. Thor was kind...I wish I could say the same for his brother. His brother was...strange. Much more different from him. One of the rare times Thanos showed kindness towards me and my sister." She explained, shrugging once more.

Peter nodded, "Well, with that out of the way, there's something I need to give you and_" He started, only to be cut off by someone banging on the air lock, "What the hell is that?" He asked, going up to the flight deck.

"Who is at the door?" Drax asked, looking up from sharpening one of his knives.

"I am Groot?" Groot asked, looking at Rocket.

"How the hell should I know if we left someone at the hospital!?" Rocket asked, causing for Peter to do a head count.

Everyone was accounted for except for Gamora.

"I am Groot?"

Peter looked around the flight deck to see that Gamora wasn't there.

"She's got a bad leg. She couldn't have gone far."

Just as he said that, a broken voice spoke from behind him.

"Peter." Gamora choked, looking as though she had just seen a ghost.

The rest of the guardians turned to look at the assassin, who was clutching something in her left hand.

A knife.

Peter took Gamora into his arms and helped her sit down in one of the seats and he uncurled her fingers from around the knifes hilt. It was bloody, and the blood looked old but not too old.

The former outlaw finally recognized the knife and why Gamora was so shaken up.

It was Nikolai's knife.

The knife he was killed with.

A/N: Let me know what y'all think! Please review :)

As for the questions...

What would you rate this story on a scale of 1-10?

1= oh my God this story is so bad just stop now and put us out of our misery.

5= eh it's okay. I like it, but it's not my favorite.

10= Oh my God I love this story and I never want it to end.

And the next question is: Would you like me to end the story in a few chapters or would you like the guardians to go to earth, meet the Avengers, and have the Avengers help them?

Please be honest :)