"Remember, we are getting this weird herb and we are leaving! Capeesh?" Peter explained, blocking the exit of the Milano. Drax started to say something, when Peter cut him off. "What I meant was do you understand?" Everyone nodded. "Good. Rocket?"

"Yeah. Yeah. Get herb thingy, go back to Milano. Blah, blah, blah." Rocket said sarcastically, as he walked underneath Peter's arm that was barricading the exit.

Everyone besides Peter and Gamora exited the Milano and started to walk around the ruins of Morag. Peter sighed and pulled Gamora to the side before she could walk out. "Be careful, okay?"

"Why are you telling me to be careful?"

"Good point." He quickly gave a kiss on her lips and slapped her backside. "Go get em', babe."

"Go get who? The herb? Didn't know it was considered a person." She called out to him as she caught up to the rest of the Guardians.

Peter chuckled. "Right! It's so weird, since were not getting in on any action in this mission." He called back to her, as he followed behind them, locking up the Milano.

They roamed the ruins of Morag, following Rocket's tracker to find a rare herb for Nova Prime. It was a small contraption; made out of thick rusty metal and looked almost identical to a data-pad. The tracker started blinking as they continued to walk.

"I found something!" Rocket shouted as he started to run closer to the red dot that appeared on the screen.

"Rocket! Hold up!" Peter shouted back. He turned to the rest of the Guardians. "Stay here, i'll be right back."

"Make sure he doesn't kill himself." Gamora retorted sarcastically, as she rolled her eyes. When she looked towards Peter's direction, he was gone. She sighed. "Men."

Peter continued roaming the ruins of Morag in search of the raccoon-like creature. He found no trace of him. When he shouted out Rocket's name, there was no answer. He started to worry, thinking that Rocket was in trouble. But, I mean how could he? He has a blaster that's twice his size!

Suddenly, something caught his attention. There was smoke coming from the direction Rocket went in. He continued to walk towards it, when he spotted a small camp set up. There wasn't many people there; only one to be exact. It was a young girl, no older than a teen who was looking at something that resembled a dragon-like creature.

Peter subconsciously walked closer towards the camp and got a closer look of the girl. She was petite, no taller than 4'3, but she also had the body shape of a dancer. She had beautiful dirty blonde, curly hair that was pulled up in a high and dark brown eyes that blended into the dark sky of Morag. Her skin was almost as pale as a ghost and her blood red lips made her look even paler. She was clad in a long sleeved black dress that came just above her knees. The dress was made out of leather and had a collar that sat just above her neck. Next to her sat her weapon; a silver bow and a black quiver filled with matching arrows.

Peter didn't know what it was, but it seemed as if he knew this girl from somewhere or somehow he was connected to her. He continued his way to the camp, when the young girl saw him and reached for her bow.

Peter held up in hands in defense. "Hey! Woah! I'm not going to hurt you!"

"Who are you and how did you find me? Do you work for Thanos? Tell him I'm done with my father and I want nothing to do with him." She quickly attached an arrow to the bow and pulled the string back, aiming it at Peter.

Peter's heart raced as he put his hands down and threw his blaster on the ground. "Look! I don't want to hurt you! I don't work for Thanos! I just saw you were here alone. I wanted to know why. You're so young." As Peter talked, the girl slowly removed tension from the bow, lowering it down from Peter. "How old are you; ten, eleven?"

"Who are you?" She asked, ignoring the question, with fear slowly withdrawing from her eyes and loosening her grasp on the grip of the bow.

"Peter Quill. Star-Lord. Awesome leader of the Guardians of the Galaxy? Ring a bell?"

"No." She said, finally dropping her bow.

"You shouldn't be here alone, Kid. Where's your family?"

"I don't have one." She snapped.

"Oh, sorry." He didn't know what else to say. "Listen, I need to find my friend. He ran off to God knows where, if you come with me, my crew and I could give you a lift."

"Thanks, but I-" She was interrupted when a sharp pain filled her body as she dropped to the ground.

"Kid!" Peter exclaimed. He ran over to the young girl and saw blood seeping through the leather of her dress. He found the source of the blood; a cut on her forearm, that seem to have been bleeding for a while. "Jesus, you need help. Hold on, Kid." He pressed a button on his intercom. "Everyone, we have a situation. Forget about the herb. Retreat to the Milano."

'I found it, Pete.' Rocket said through the intercom.

"Great. Head to the Milano."

'Got it.'

'Heading back, now.'

'I am Groot.'

Peter swept the young girl in his arms and carried her to the Milano, picking up his blaster and grabbing her bow and arrows.

"Woah, woah, woah! Who the hell is that?" Rocket asked throwing his hands up in the air.

Peter set the young girl on the table as her eyes tried their hardest to stay open. "I don't know. I found her on my way looking for you. She's hurt pretty badly." Peter cut the arm of her sleeve off and tossed it aside. "Gam, can you stitch her up, while I get the rest of her stuff from the camp?"

"What the hell, Quill? Now she's coming with us? When were we informed of this?"

"What are we gonna do, fix her then abandon her here? She's a kid, Rocket."

"She has a weapon!" Rocket shot back.

"Enough!" Gamora yelled. "Rocket, get the first aid-kit. Drax, start up the Milano. Groot, get me a wet cloth." Rocket rolled his eyes as they all went to their assigned stations. Peter ran out of the Milano and headed towards the camp. Gamora found the wound and studied it through her fingers, as she applied pressure on it. "What happened?"

The young girl flinched in pain. "Stupid Sakaaran guard, sliced my arm. I did my stitches, but they must have fallen out."

Gamora nodded as Rocket and Groot came back with the supplies. She quickly went to work as she went through the procedure of giving stitches.

By the time she was done, Peter was back and they had already headed off into space.

Rocket, Groot, Drax and Peter gathered around her. She sat back in the grungy couch in discomfort. "Back off!" Gamora scowled. "I feel like I'm talking to a bunch of wild animals." The boys snorted and left the room, leaving Gamora and the young girl alone. "Are you okay? Are you in any more pain?" She asked, keeping her distance, making sure not to startle her.

"No. Thank you for asking and patching me up." The girl said shyly.

"Your welcome." Gamora softly smiled at her. Peter walked in again. "What Peter?"

"Calm down!" He whined. "I just wanted to see how she was doing."

"She's fine, now go!"

"It's alright. He can stay."

"What's your name?"

"Victoria." She replied softly.

"So, Vicky-"

"Don't call me Vicky."

"Tori?"

"Fine."

"So, Tori, what were you doing there, by yourself?"

Victoria said nothing. Gamora pulled Peter aside. "Peter, let me talk to her." She whispered into his ear.

Peter sighed. "Fine. Tell me everything when you're done." Gamora nodded. Peter gave her a quick kiss on her cheek and left her and Victoria alone, again.

Gamora slowly walked over to Victoria and sat next to her. She could sense the young girl tense beside her. "I promise, we won't hurt you. Victoria, we can't help you if you don't tell us what happened." Victoria still sat in silence. Gamora thought of how else she could get the young girl to talk. As she zoned out, thinking of what she could do, Victoria turned her face towards Gamora and saw the silver scars across her face.

"What happened to your face?" She asked gesturing towards the scars. Gamora jumped, startled of Victoria's sudden voice. She thought for a bit more and spoke.

"I have an idea. I will tell you about my scars, if you tell me what happened."

Victoria sighed, afraid of saying yes and gingerly nodded.

"When I was younger, a man named Thanos-"

"I know who he is." Victoria interrupted. "Sorry."

Gamora sighed. "Thanos destroyed my home world. He killed my parents in front of me. He tortured me and abused me and trained me to be used as a weapon. He genetically modified me and that's where my scars came from." The whole time she talked, Victoria sat in silence and didn't move a muscle, as she listened to the green woman. "Then, one day I had the opportunity to escape, I found these guys, changed my life around and now i'm here."

"Wow."

"Now, what happened?" Gamora said sternly. Victoria just looked at her with a worried expression upon her face.

To Be Continued...

A/N: For those of you who read the comics or watch the show, yes that is her from the comics. I decided to take my own spin on her and make her a little younger and change her appearance a little. I hope Gamora wasn't a little OOC. I really think what she's been through with Peter would've made her relax a little bit and become more human.