Guardians of the galaxy/// starmora content!!

I missed you

Quills voice was a whisper, he wanted to laugh, jump around and scream but at the same time he wanted to fall into a ball and cry. She wasn't his Gamora, she didn't look like any Gamora he'd known but then again she was covered in dust and shaking. Her hair fell slightly over her face and her glance was downwards.

'Oh well that's just a tacky coincidence.' Rocket tutted.

Quill moved slowly closer to the Green alien, cautiously bringing out his hand to touch her arm. He wanted to see if she was at least real, he felt her luscious warm skin against his nervous hand. Even if it was for 1/2 a second it still felt reassuring, it lasted such a short time because before quill could even mutter hello gamora had him pinned against the wall with a knife to his throat and a knee against his chest.

'What do you want from me?' Her knife was digging futher into quills neck.

Whilst peter scrambled for breathe rocket took control of the situation.

'Green girl let him go.' But rocket got a boot to the face and was sent flying into the wall next to them.

'I said what do you want from me?'

'Nothing, we, we,' Quills airways were completely blocked. 'We just wanna talk'

Gamora dropped Quill onto the sheets beside him and watched as he gasped for air. She tutted and turned to walk away.

'Wait please.' Quills voice was quiet and muffled.

She turned slowly, knife poised in hand.

'At least let us feed you, we can give you a place for the night.' Quill put his hands up to show he wasn't a threat.

Gamora had become malnourished, she was sleeping rough with no money in a dangerous location. There was knife slashes all up her arms from recent events to get food. He hair was messy and scraped back behind her ears, her eyes were poisonous with a deadly glare that ran all the way through them. Her hands were cracked from the cold, turning white around the edges and her clothes lay crumpled and sinched around her waist. But through all that Quill saw hurt, the poor zehoberie warrior had been through an awful lot in recent times and was simply just coping.

'Why should i trust you, you find me in the middle of nowhere, and no i'm supposed to just... trust you?' The ferocious green woman stood scared.

Rocket and Quill looked at eachother aimlessly, she was right why should she trust them. They couldn't come up with a reason as to why apart from 'she just should.' This Gamora didn't know them and to be frank they didn't know her either.

'I don't know what to say, or where to begin but-' Quill was cut off

' if you can trust me you can't trust them.' Nebula had appeared abruptly and at just the right time.

Gamoras eyes grew more vulnerable, her fear was beginning to show.

'Nebula.' The relief in her voice was harmful.