Summary: There’s a serious issue. It’s called control.
For once, the team was in silence. Peter looked at his hand, placed where his child was.
"Yeah... On that note, we're not going anywhere," Rocket said.
"I am Groot!"
"We shall hold off on the killing."
If Drax was willing to hold off on killing Thanos for this baby than maybe Gamora should take some serious consideration.
Peter was still silent, staring at his hand.
"Peter?" Gamora asked.
A slow smile lit across his face. He was going to have a kid. With Gamora, the love of his life.
"I'm going to be a dad," he smiled and met her eyes for the first time in minutes.
He slipped his hands to hold her thin waist, "I love you so much," He spoke deeply.
But, before she could respond in any way he kissed her, deeply. It wasn't a heated kiss, like when she was unbuckling his belt at the same time. No, she could feel his love. The soft touch of his lips instead of a rough one proved it.
He pulled their bodies together closer than he ever had. Her lips moved against his softly. It didn't matter that the rest of the team was in the room, they were happy.
They slowly moved apart, a large smile settled on Peter's face, "Thank you, so much," he said.
"For what?" she asked, breathless.
"For being the best thing that ever happened to me, for giving me everything I have ever wanted."
"Wow, how sweet," Rocket spoke from the corner of the room, interrupting their moment, "What about Thanos?"
"We're obviously not going to go up against him," Peter said.
"What are you talking about, we need to go up against him," Gamora told him.
"Gamora, if there's any chance of you or this baby getting hurt you can forget about it," Peter told her.
"What did you just say to me? Do you think just because you have planted your offspring into me that I am weak?"
"Quill, for the sake of your balls, Do! Not! Answer!" Rocket told him.
"I don't think you're weak," Peter said, which make Rocket sigh from the corner, "I could never think you're weak, you're one of the strongest people I've ever met!"
She just nodded curtly.
"I just don't want you to get hurt," he sighed.
"I won't get hurt!"
"I don't want there to be a slight possibility of you getting hurt."
"What about Nebula? She's my sister! I can't just let Thanos get to her and use her as scrap metal! Is that what you want Peter?" She asked, expecting him to agree with her.
"I could honestly live with that."
As soon as it left his mouth, he knew he was as good as dead.
"I mean, I knew he was dumb, but I didn't think he was suicidal."
She glared at him, hard. As soon as he opened his mouth to most likely apologize she slapped him.
"I deserve that," he told himself.
"Damn right you did," she spoke through grit teeth.
"Look, Gamora-"
"Shut up Peter, I'm going to go tell Nebula that we will help her."
"No," she eyed him curiously as he said it, "You can be as mad at me as you want, but there is no way you're going to put our baby in danger while I'm around."
"No Peter, you don't get to tell me what to do."
The power struggle between the two was almost overwhelming.
“‘Mora...”
“Don’t. Not right now Peter, I need to think,” She replied to him and walked out of the room.
“They said no, right?” Nebula asked in a tone that Gamora had never heard from her sister, hope.
“Yes, although I do not understand why you are expressing hope over it.”
“Because despite what has happened in the past, sister, I care about you, and I care about this baby.”
Everyone seemed more out of character than usual.
First, Drax didn’t want to march towards Thanos and finish him. Second, Nebula was putting off an emotion other than pure, raw hatred.
She didn’t know how Peter was feeling right now, and that left her vulnerable and alone. Usually she knew how he was feeling and she was able to be prepared for anything his human emotions threw her way.
But not today.
And she wishes it was different.
“It’s okay I can handle Thanos,” Nebula steps out of her usual facade once again as she grips Gamora in a hug and continues to assure her that nothing will go wrong.
Gamora feels a wet tear drip down her cheek and she suddenly wished that she had never met The Guardians, that infinity stones didn’t exist.
And that she would have never had to choose like this.
Nebula and Gamora would still be together, Peter would be safe, collecting things, stealing them. Groot would have never died, and Rocket-
She thought about where Rocket would be if he never met The Guardians.
Probably breaking out of another prison until they decide to stop arresting him.
Peter stood still in the room, his eyes following where Gamora had burst out the door.
“I can’t believe that she thinks I would be okay with this,” He finally speaks up, anger coursing through his veins at the thought of the woman, and child, he loved getting killed.
“You need to stop thinking the worst, Quill,” Rocket was the first to speak since Gamora slammed the door behind her and left Peter stunned.
Peter shot him a look that told him to shut up.
“No, I won’t shut up. I’m telling you that you need to help her, not shut her down. You guys are going to raise a kid together, and no matter how fucked up that is, you guys have to negotiate.”
The first thought that ran through Peter’s mind was ‘I didn’t know that Rocket knew the word negotiate, because he never seems to do it’ his next thought was ‘he’s right’. But Peter wasn’t going to admit that, not today at least.
He didn’t want to approach her now, he wanted to wait until she was calm and it was safe to bring up anything to her.
“Peter, I believe that Lady Gamora will do whatever she pleases without your consent. This makes her very dangerous, but it is also who she is,” Peter had never heard Drax pull together a nicer comment in his life.
“I am Groot,” The little tree nodded in agreement.
“What should we do?” She will want to help Nebula no matter what, after all, fighting Thanos is everyone’s destiny.
“Let her decide,” Rocket replies, his voice sounding helpless.
“We’re all going to die,” Peter groaned, knowing if they gave her the option she would take it without a single hesitation.
“Probably,” Rocket shrugged, “But it wouldn’t be the first time we miraculously lived.”
“There’s always hope when you look at something close enough,” Peter laid his head down on the table, and couldn’t help but let terrible thoughts run through his subconscious.
"You can't protect him! He's weak! Just like you!" Thanos spat at her.
"I am not weak!" She screamed, her shackles cutting into her wrists as she pulled, trying to get to Peter.
"You are! If you weren't, your human wouldn't be dying at the hands of me!" Thanos laughed as he dragged Peter's body towards the center of the room.
"I am Groot," Groot cried next to Gamora.
"It's okay buddy, just don't look," she told him, her voice wavering with every step Thanos took, "Groot, please, close your eyes. When you open them again, we'll be back on the Milano. I promise buddy."
She made him an empty promise, but Groot was so fragile. He couldn't see Peter die.
"Please Groot," It was Rocket who spoke up this time. It was the first time he had spoken up in a while.
In consensus he closed his eyes, granting them their wishes, which could possibly be their last.
"'Mora," Peter mumbled.
"I'm right here Peter!" She yelled from the spot she had managed to crawl to with the shackles.
Thanos laughed at her and moved Peter towards her.
"Go ahead weakling, say goodbye to this poor excuse of a person."
"Oh my god, Peter, I'm so sorry," Gamora told him as a traitor tear slid down her cheek, "I love you, and I'm so sorry that I dragged you into this."
"Alright that's enough, you're making me sick," Thanos sneered.
"No!" Gamora screamed, more tears dripping down her cheeks, "Thanos please, don't kill him, kill me," she begs, but she knew Thanos wouldn't.
He wanted to take away her happiness. Killing Peter would ensure that.
"Peter!"
Screaming woke him up.
"What the hell?" He groaned and rubbed his eyes.
"Peter!" Her voice screamed.
He woke up quicker than he had ever thought he could. As soon as he slid out of bed with his feet on the ground, he was sprinting to her room which was down the hallway.
He didn't hesitate when he burst through the door.
"Peter!" She screamed again, he followed the noise straight to her bed, where she was asleep.
It wasn't a normal sleep though, he could see the coat of sweat on her body as she shook.
This was the third night in a row she had a nightmare. The first night, she lost Groot. The second night was Rocket, and now it was him.
He was the only one that woke up when she screamed. Rocket was usually too busy clanging things together to hear it, Groot was a deep sleeper, and nothing could wake Drax.
"Gamora, wake up."
"Peter, I'm sorry," She whispered, her eyes still closed.
"Gamora," he said her name louder this time, and put his hand on her arm.
Her eyes shot open, and within seconds, she had Peter down and ready to snap his arm clean in two.
"Gamora it's me! It's Peter!" He panicked.
She quickly moved out of the position and helped him off of the floor.
"Sorry Peter."
"It's okay, you were having another nightmare," he shrugged, "Do you want to talk about it?"
"Peter..."
"I know, you don't want to talk about it, but this is the third night in a row, you need to talk about it," He told her.
"You're right."
"Wait," he said with a smile on his face, "Did Gamora just admit that I'm right about something? Gosh, I've got to mark this on the calendar so I can celebrate it every year."
"Shut up," she laughs, and he laughs with her.
After the laughter dims down he takes her hand in his, "Everything will be alright," he said and gives her hand a gentle squeeze.
"You don't know that, Thanos-"
"Thanos isn't going to hurt us, not when we have each other," Peter told her, attempting to calm her down, "Is that what your nightmares are about? Thanos killing us?"
"He could if he really wanted to."
"Do you see him attacking us?" He asked, giving her a look.
"...No."
"If he does ever come for us, we've got nothing to worry about. We've got some kick ass music to go perfectly with some kick ass people."
She laughs, "Yes, I suppose that is true."
"I could never get tired of hearing you laugh, it's the most calming sound in the world."
"Whatever you say Peter," she replies while trying to push down a smile.
"Are you good now or do you want me to wait until you fall asleep?"
"Can you stay with me?"
Gamora asked. She knew she wouldn't be able to sleep if he wasn't safe and near her.
"Of course, let me just go grab some stuff to sleep on the floor," he told her and walked towards the door.
There was hesitation, but she spoke, "Don't be ridiculous Peter, you can sleep in the bed with me," she said very softly, but she knew he heard it.
"Okay," he replied, his voice a bit too excited, he could've only dreamed of being so close to her.
He slowly crawled into the bed, which wasn't very big, and laid against her.
"Thank you, Peter," she spoke.
She decided to make a brave move and lay her head on his chest and carelessly slinging her arm across his thin waist.
"Everything will be alright," He whispered to her.
"For now," she replied.
"Don't think so negatively, I'll always be here for you," he told her.
"You don't know that."
He sighed and sat up, bringing her with him. He moved so he was sitting across from her instead of beside her.
"Gamora, look at me," he waited until her eyes met his, "I'm not going anywhere."
"We should probably wake Drax up before going," Gamora, the only practical one in the room, said.
"Screw Drax, lets go," Rocket said, jumping into the captains chair.
Groot climbed up the chair and sat on Rocket's shoulder.
"Gamora's right, lets get Drax," Peter spoke up.
"I am Groot."
"I don't care if he's our friend, it would be funny," Rocket replies.
Peter takes Gamora's hand in his and they walk towards Drax's room together.
"So, are you feeling good enough to see Nebula?" Peter asks, smiling down at her.
I should tell him now. She thought to herself.
"Actually Peter-"
"Would you two hurry up! We're wasting time!" Rocket yelled at them through the ships intercom.
"What is happening?" A sleepy looking Drax asks as he pops out of his room.
"We're going to fight Nebula, again," Peter tells him.
"Why? I thought that Lady Gamora and her terrible sister made up?"
"We did, I'm actually not sure what she's up to now," Gamora said.
"It doesn't matter, we'll find out what it is and Gamora can decide what to do with her," Peter told Drax.
"What do you mean?" Gamora asked Peter, why would she choose what happened to Nebula?
"Well your her sister, if she does something that we don't think is really bad, we can just keep her on board, but if you want we can turn her in," Peter shrugs.
"Alright," Gamora sighed, cleaning up her sister's mess once again.
"Drax hurry up before Rocket takes this thing for a joy ride and kills us all in the process," Peter tells him and walks back towards the cockpit.
Gamora was going to tell him, she was just going to spit it out.
"Gamora, I don't want you to be stressed about Nebula or anything, we'll find her," Peter told her and hugged her.
"I'm not stressed, why would you think I'm stressed?"
She was stressed, just not about Nebula.
"You've been gripping my hand so tightly it's actually starting to hurt," he tells her. She lets go of his hand in response.
"Sorry," she mumbled and leaned her head against his chest.
Now would be a good time to tell him, Gamora thought to herself for the third time.
"Peter, I have to tell you something," She spoke softly.
"What is it?" He asked, grabbing her hand.
"I swear to god if you three don't get buckled in right now I'm kicking this thing into drive!" Rocket yelled, very annoyed.
"Lets go before he kills us," Peter told her and rolled his eyes.
As soon as Peter and Gamora had buckled in Rocket moved the Milano with no complaints.
"Rocket!" Drax's voice screamed through the Milano.
"Better make sure he's not okay," Rocket shrugs and turns the ship sideways causing a loud bang to echo through the ship.
"Drax?" Peter calls out.
A groan is his response.
"She tried to break into the Nova Core!" Gamora screamed, "You've got to be kidding!"
"Miss Gamora, calm-"
"Shut up and sit down if you know what's good for you," Peter tells the poor guy that was sent to debrief them about Nebula.
"Continue," Gamora told the guy.
"Well, were not sure if she was trying to go after the infinity stone or not, but she says she wants to talk to Gamora."
"No," Peter tells him.
"Shut up Peter," Gamora glares at him, "I'll go."
The boy stands up walks out of the room and motions for Gamora to follow him.
Gamora is led into a cell where Nebula is.
Gamora glares at her sister and sits in the chair across from where her sister is chained.
They stare at each other in silence.
"Have you told the Terran?" Nebula asked after minutes of silence.
"What are you talking about?" Gamora asked.
"I'm talking about the infestation in your uterus, unless it's not his child. In that case, I can see why you didn't tell him."
"How did you know?" Gamora asked her quietly.
"When I was Thanos' project, he replaced my eardrums with advanced hearing. I can hear your baby's heartbeat. Is it his?"
"Yes."
"You shouldn't be here," Nebula says.
"You're the one who asked for me," Gamora replied, confusion in her voice.
"Well I didn't know you were pregnant."
"And that changes anything?"
"We both know it does. You know I wouldn't have called you if I didn't need your help, you can't put your child into this."
"What's going on?" Gamora asks, concern for her sister running through her body.
"It's Thanos."
"We'll help you, whatever you need."
"No, Gamora, you have to talk to Peter first. You have to tell your team, you can't leave them in the dark about this," she replies, "I am asking as your sister, it's not just you, it's your baby, you have to think about how Peter will feel."
"I can't let you try to fight Thanos alone, you will die."
"Maybe it's for the best," Nebula shrugs.
"Nebula, you're getting my help," Gamora promises.
"Only if you talk with Peter. You have to understand, I wouldn't have even called for you if I knew you were with child."
"Fine, but you should know, he can't stop me from helping even if he tells me not to."
"I figured," Nebula snickered, "Seriously Gamora, I want you to actually contemplate this, if you go up against him the first thing he will aim for is Peter, and god forbid he finds out about the baby."
Gamora knew her sister was right, this would take more from them than they could ever imagine if they were to lose against Thanos.
This would take more consideration than anything she's done in her life.
"Lets go," Gamora spoke and got up.
"I'm chained to the table."
"Let her out," Gamora spoke when a guard walked in.
"Ma'am I don't think-"
"Do it before I cut your head off."
"Okay."
Gamora and her sister walked through the halls until they reached the room where rest of the guardians were.
As soon as they walked in the room went silent.
"What," Gamora demanded.
"We didn't know the nut job was coming with us," Rocket said from the back of the room.
"It has to do with Thanos, she will be nowhere else."
Nebula shoots Gamora a look.
"That is, if it's alright with you all," Nebula finishes for her sister, "This will without a doubt be very dangerous. You should take this seriously," Nebula said, directing the last part towards Gamora.
Peter looked between the two, "What's going on?" He asked.
"Nothing," Gamora spits, glaring at Nebula.
"...Alright?" Peter says hesitantly.
"I really want you guys to talk about this," Nebula spoke, directing it to the whole team instead of just Gamora.
"Alright, let's talk about it then," Rocket said, sitting in a chair.
"I'll just wait outside," Nebula says and pats Gamora's arm reassuringly.
As the door closes behind Nebula the team starts to speak.
"Do you guys want to do it?" Peter asks.
"Death sounds fun."
"I am Groot."
"I would like to kill Thanos."
They silently look at Gamora, who has been thinking of her sister's words. I am asking as your sister, it's not just you, it's your baby, you have to think about how Peter will feel.
"I have to tell you something," Gamora spoke, her voice thick with worry.
She wanted to help her sister, she was her family, her only family for a very long time in her life. But now she had Peter, Groot, Rocket, Drax. She had all of them now. Most importantly, she had a baby to think about.
"Gamora, you can tell us anything."
"Nebula told me I had to tell you before we ever considered this, and now that I think about it, she was right. This is our family," She said and grabbed Peter's hand, "And, before we do any serious consideration, you should know that we are getting a new member," she finishes and places Peter's hand on her stomach, "I'm pregnant."
Summary: Peter’s in for one helluva surprise. (lmao I suck at summaries)
It took so long for Gamora to admit her feelings for Peter. It took them even longer to move past the unspoken thing towards a real relationship.
But this, this was too much. She knew that things with Peter would only escalate with time, but this was too soon.
She sighed.
She didn't need a test for this type of thing, she was a trained assassin, she worked with her body, she knew when it felt off.
And it felt off.
Not like a sickness, she didn't know if she could get sick, she was part machine.
She didn't know how to tell Peter. She thought he would be ecstatic, that was just the kind of person Peter was.
He would be so happy to find out he was to be the father of Gamora's child.
She just didn't know if she was ready.
She supposed it didn't matter anyways, because this baby was going to come whether she liked it or not.
She wasn't going to leave Peter and abandon the baby once it was born. She had hope.
Hope that everything would turn out right. Hope that they would be alright.
She sat up from the bed Peter and her shared on the Milano.
Peter was still fast asleep next to her, his breath fanning against her neck as he seemed to be quite the cuddler.
She ran her hand through his soft blonde hair, causing him to tighten his hold on the thing that makes him feel so good.
"'Mora?" He questioned in his tired state.
"Yes?" She answered simply.
"I love you," he told her.
She kissed his forehead as a response.
Sometimes she felt overwhelmed with how much Peter cared about her, after all, before she met him she had gotten used to the cold hearted Thanos.
He knew what she meant.
She needed to tell him about the baby, and she needed to do it soon.
Although she could already see what was going to come, Peter would love her even more, he would love them so much.
She could see Peter being a great father. Even though his father was never around and he lost his mother at a young age, he could provide any child of his with love.
After being with Thanos for so long, she knew that love was the best gift a parent could give a child.
She knew it would be important to him. Having a family, a kid. She knew it was one of his unspoken dreams.
"I'm going to get up," she whispers to him.
"No..."
"Peter, I'm hungry," she groaned, she really was craving something called peanut butter.
Peter sighed and stopped cuddling against her, which made her feel cold.
She disregarded it and got out of the bed, making sure to kiss him before she left.
She was going to move away, until he wrapped his arms around her. He pulled her back into the bed, but this time she was on top of him.
Gamora knew he wanted her to stay in bed with him, but she wanted peanut butter more.
"Peter, I am going-" she interrupted herself with a small whine when he moved his lips to the base of her neck, "Peter..."
"Yeah babe?" He asked quickly before continuing his work.
She snapped out of it quickly and pushed him on the bed, his eyes were wide, stunned that she actually pushed him away.
Ever since they started to get sexually active it was like they couldn't stay away from each other.
"I'm going to go eat," she told him and got out of bed, slipping one of his shirts on and walking out the door.
That was when he knew something was wrong, she usually got in her clothes and took godslayer with her, even if it was just for food.
He moved to get out of bed, quickly slipping on his pants from last night and catching up to Gamora faster than he thought he could.
"Gamora, no offense sweetheart, but are you okay?" He asked, buttoning up his pants as they walked through Milano.
"I'm absolutely wonderful, Peter, what would make you think otherwise?" She smiled at him. His heart warmed at the look on her face. She was happy, with him. With the team. Why ruin a good thing?
He decided not to press the issue any further.
"Nothing Gamora, I'm glad you're happy," Peter smiled and kissed her cheek.
She sped up her walking pace into the general kitchen/living room area. She started to search through all the cupboards and frowned in defeat as she came up with no peanut butter.
"Peter? Where's the peanut butter?" She asked, a tinge of sadness tainting her voice.
Peter wasn't paying attention to her words however, as he was too busy staring at the hem of his shirt rising and falling as she looked through the cupboards.
This quickly annoyed Gamora, "Peter!" She snapped at him.
"What?" He asked, his eyes snapping up to hers.
"I said where's the peanut butter."
"Gamora, the last time you had peanut butter was two years ago. After you tried it you threw up and told me to get rid of it before I was cut in half with godslayer."
"Do you think I'm too violent?" She asked, general curiosity getting to her. She noticed Peter's eyes widen, however.
"Is this a trick question?" He asked nervously.
"No, it's my curiosity."
"However violent you are doesn't really matter, because either way, I love you," He smiled, it sounded like a good answer to avoid the question directly.
"It was a yes or no question Peter, but you're free to avoid a direct answer for as long as you want."
Thank god. He thought to himself.
"Gamora put your pants on!" Rocket yelled, entering the room. He quickly covered Groot's eyes for dramatic effect.
"Where are my pants?" Gamora asked herself.
"Last time I saw them they were on my bedroom floor."
"Peter! There's a child in the room!" Rocket yelled.
"Groot may look like a child, but he is an old soul, am I right buddy?" Peter asks, holding his fist out to Groot for a fist bump.
"I am Groot," he replies with a smile and fist bumps Peter.
"Where's Drax?" Gamora asked, changing the subject.
"He's still sleeping," Rocket replied, "Pants, Gamora, Pants."
"Right," She replies and saunters back to Peter's room
"Okay Quill, what the hell did you do to her?" Rocket asked.
"I don't know, she woke up like that," He shrugged as he watched her walk back into the room with her pants now on.
"What about popcorn? Do we have popcorn?" Gamora asks and starts rummaging through the cupboards once more.
Rocket shoots Peter a 'what the hell' look and starts to speak, "Gamora, we don't have popcorn, we don't even have a microwave in here."
"O-oh, um, yeah, I'll just have what I usually have," Gamora suddenly remembered. Pregnant. She knew it was too soon to tell him. And she definitely couldn't tell him in front of everyone.
"Alright," Peter replied, eying her suspiciously.
Peter couldn't figure it out if he tried. She thought to herself. Maybe.
"What should we do today?" Gamora asked, quickly changing the subject.
"Actually, that's why I interrupted, some things were stolen and its dangerous," Rocket says nonchalantly.
"First of all, what things were stolen, and why is it dangerous?" Peter asked.
"Well, let's start off with it has to do with Nebula-"
"And that's all we need to know," Peter said, putting on his jacket.
Gamora stared at him, "You should wear that jacket without a shirt more often."
Peter chuckled and took his jacket off, grabbed a random shirt and put it on, "Wouldn't want to distract you during the mission," he smirked.
"But it would be great if you did," Gamora muttered to herself.
"Alright let's get this baby in the air, Rocket, you wanna drive?" Peter asked.
If I, a white girl, said “Black, hispanic, asian etc, women literally don’t make any sense” I’d be called a racist. Why is it ok to do it the other way around?
