This is the beginning of the Guardians new adventure. :)

I only own Lindsey!

2 months later

"Quill!" Gamora and I yelled as we ran through the harsh wilderness.

"Keep running!" Peter screaming firing his gun behind us. "Everything is all right.

"You're joking right?!" I scolded trying to page the Milano. "Come on Rocket!"

"Rocket here." He finally came through.

"Get the ship ready!" I barked into my pager jumping over a fallen branch.

"Huh? Everything okay?" Rocket asked. I could hear him flipping switches.

"NO!" Gamora and I shouted in unison.

"Everything is fine." Peter claimed giving off another round of shots.

"We'll be there in a second," Gamora said into her pager.

"You idiot!" I screamed throwing a empty can at Peters head. "We could of died! And all because of some stupid-"

"Not stupid!" Peter yelled dodging the can, "a limited addition book." He placed it on the kitchen table. "You know how much this is worth!" He shouted.

"Not my life!" I argued "you told Gamora and I that we would only be scouting the place." I said pacing the kitchen back and forth.

"Well I you should of been prepared for anything!" Peter argued back sitting at the table.

"Argh!" I growled going to my room.

Letting the door slide shut I changed out of my muddy clothes and crawled into bed.

It had been two months and this was the first job that involved guns. Sighing I turned on my stomach and closed my eyes, I guess he was a little right and I should of been prepared.

It has been two very long months with my new "family." Gamora and I have been getting to know each other better, she's like the sister I've never had. Drax is kinda the quiet one, he's always off cleaning his knives preparing for battles. Goot has finally grown some legs, he's still extremely tiny and has to be watched, but he is still growing. Rocket and I have been the same, our relationship won't ever change.

And Peter... I sighed burying my face into the pillow. Him and I have been doing this dance around lately. We would flirt, get close sometimes, I would sleep in his bed when Rocket has his nightmares. But we have never acted on anything. Groaning I tried to force sleep. We were both adults that had needs, it wasn't a big deal. But all this sexual frustration is frustrating!

I didn't even remember falling asleep until I felt sharp claws dig into my lower back. "Argh!" I yelped shooting out of bed. Touching my back I yawned and walked out to the kitchen to clean up.

"Lindsey?"

I turned around dropping the bandages. "You scared me!" I gasped bending over to pick up my mess. Wincing a bit, I placed everything on the counter.

"Sorry." Peter whispered coming up next to me. "Nightmare." I just nodded and he lifted my shirt up. He sucked in a breath and grabbed a wet rag. "It's pretty deep."

"I'm fine," I shivered at the cold rag on my back. Closing my eyes I prayed that nobody would walk in. I was in a pair of boy shorts, and one of peters old shirts.

"All done." Peter said wrapping the gauze around my waist. "Maybe we should clear out that storage room for you."

I shook my head "I'm fine." I said straightening my shirt "where would we put all your shit than." He laughed walking back towards his room.

I cut him off before he could climb down. "Uh um." I blushed looking at my hands. "Thanks for helping me." I looked up to him. "And sorry for yelling at you today." I apologized.

"Apology accepted. Night smallz." Peter waved climbing down the ladder.

Blinking once, twice, three times. "Don't you have anything to say?" I yelled quietly climbing into his room.

"Umm." He pondered scratching his chin. "Nope." Climbing under his sheets he scooted to the far right of the bed.

"Not even sorry for almost getting you shot Lindsey?" I asked walking towards the bed to get under the covers.

"You weren't going to get shot." Peter muttered turning the lights off facing away from me.

Growling into the pillow, I turned away from him putting a pillow between my legs. "I get to pick the next job."

"Yeah, okay." Peter laughed. "The lack of sleep is messing with your brain McCoy."

"Hmph." I sighed wrapping up in Peters heavy comforter, and snuggling into the pillow. "Goodnight." I whispered.

He gave me a slight pat on the hip than instantly fell asleep. It didn't take me long till I joined him.