Fooled Around and Fell in Love // Peter Quill

Saving Gamora

I was awakened by the sound of groaning and laughing from some prisoners. I looked out to see what what going on.

That's when I saw Gamora, a knife to her throat and being dragged to the showers.

I instantly shook Peter awake.

"Peter!" I whispered loudly.

He slowly opened his eyes and closed them again.

"What is it, sweetie?" He sleepily asked.

I slapped his arm. I was being totally serious right now.

"Ow! What the hell?!" He shouted, getting up.

"Gamora is in trouble! We have to save her!" I explained awhile heading towards the door.

His face instantly lit up.

"Well, let's go," he replied while grabbing my hand as we made our way down the hall.

We passed to where the big heap of prisoners were laying and we saw Rocket awake.

"Quill! Stratton! Where are you two going?" The fur ball questioned.

Neither of us answered and Rocket ended up following us down to the showers.

"Consider this your death threat, Gamora! For your crimes against the galaxy!" An ugly looking guy with sharp teeth said while he held a knife up to Gamora's throat.

We stood to the side and listened to the conversion.

I was in total panic mode.

A moment later, this beefy alien guy walked in.

He walked towards Gamora and the prisoners.

"Do you know who I am?" he asked.

"You're Drax," the sharp teeth one said. "The Destroyer."

Drax the Destroyer? Sounds like a cheesy code name.

"Shit," Peter stuttered. "He's huge."

I smirked.

"What's the plan?" Rocket whispered.

I was about to answer when Peter quickly jumped out of hiding and confronted Drax.

"Woah woah man! Uh, if killing Ronan is truly your soul purpose, then this isn't the way to go about it."

"Ronan killed my wife. He MURDERED my daughter. AND HE LAUGHED!" Drax explained with anger.

Peter panicked on what to do next.

"Well, hey," Peter started. "Lots of women have tried to kill me over the years. Like this one."

Peter pulled down the collar on his shirt and showed a scar.

"This was from a girl that tried to rip out my thorax. And this one."

Then, he pulled up his shirt to reveal yet another scar.

"This girl stabbed me with a fork."

Drax stood there looking clueless.

I decided it was time for Peter to shut up about his "love life". I came out of the shadows and tapped Peter.

He gave me a 'oh-yeah-I-forgot-let's-move-on' look.

"What I'm trying to say is..." Peter trailed off.

"Is that if you want to hurt Ronan... Don't hurt her. You know what's better than that? If you come with us, you can kill Ronan yourself. Doing it this way, isn't going to help you," I tried to add on.

"And," Peter took over the conversation. "That's when you..." Peter placed his finger across his throat, symbolizing Drax killing Ronan.

"Why would I put my finger on his throat?" Drax asked, confused.

A giggle escaped my mouth, but I quickly covered my lips.

"No, it's a symbol. A symbol for you slicing his throat," Peter noted.

Drax's anger managed to escape him again.

"I would not slice his throat. I would cut his head CLEAN OFF."

I grabbed Pete's arm in terror.

"Dude, it's just a symbol," he said as he turned to the other alien. "You've seen this right?"

The alien hesitated. "Yeah, yeah."

"See?" Peter added when he turned back to Drax.

"No..." the alien corrected his answer.

I smiled. This was too good.

Drax dropped the knife from Gamora's neck and sighed.

"I'm keeping your knife," Drax concluded as he left the showers.

The sharp-teeth end alien dropped his head.

"That was my favorite knife..." he trailed off.

Gamora tagged along with Peter, Rocket and I back to the rooms.