PEACEFUL SLEEP, that was how it SHOULD have been. Gamora had ventured to her own room and it had seemed to be working out, up until the moment she was plagued with the thoughts of Thanos. He was following her, chasing after her and she was unable to run. It was as though time completely paused on her. His hands gripped her sides, pulling her back to the HEL she had escaped from. It wasn’t clear what else happened as she awoke in the bed, a pool of sweat around her and the small blade in her hand. She had clearly grabbed that while dreaming, her body wanting to DEFEND herself even when she was simply dreaming about a threat.
Her heart beat faster as she glanced around her room, her mind wandering through the images she had seen. He wasn’t there, she had escaped him and now she was safe. It was fine and yet, she couldn’t find a reason to lay back down in her bed. Not alone. Gamora slid form under her covers and crept down to the other room, to Peter. She opened the door as carefully as possible before she slid into his bed. She knew it would wake him, any movement would. “I’m sorry ....I don’t want to talk about it. I had a bad dream,” it sounded so pathetic but tears fell as she shifted to cuddle against his side. “I just don’t want to be on my own, right now.”
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