The Tenth Impact

Morag

Gamora fixed her belt.

Correction.

Gamora threw her belt.

At the wall.

Beside Drax's head.

Drax blinked at it, nonchalant. "You're not happy."

"No shit dumbass!" Gamora snapped. She stomped her foot for good measure. "Nothing got done! Nothing!"

"You heard from Terra that she would be attack by Logan, and then look what happened." Drax pointed out. "So we got his trail there."

"And then lost it, because Logan only lets us think we're close." Gamora argued, fiercely. "We end up in a dump like this-" Gamora kicked a nearby wall.

It's true, they'd ended up at a dump. Logan's trace had brought them to nothing better than a dead end. He'd beamed away from Earth to a location that Gamora and Drax thought they could track. They tracked in to a galaxy five billion light years away. They even dressed up in their most badass all black outfits (the only colors being their purple and blue Guardian belts)

There was an outhouse on a lone, deserted planet. Well not a proper outhouse, this building was the size of a gas station. This was just a stupid building on a planet that was barely bigger than Earth's moon. Gamora and Drax could fit inside with plenty of space to spare.

Which is how they saw the note left behind. The only possible culprit? Garfield Logan.

'Beep beep'

He was mocking them.

That was when Gamora had thrown the belt.

"It was a good lead-" Drax reminded her.

"That was pointless like Star Lady's nails!" Gamora interrupted. She kicked at the stones on the ground. "Fuck! I hate him! I hate him so goddamn much!"

"We all do, Mora." Drax sighed. His fist clenched at his side. His blue eyes glared at the 'beep beep' sign. "We should get back to base-"

"We could've saved her. Really saved her!" Gamora raged. "When it happens, it's not gonna be pretty!"

Drax turned to her, confused. "When what happens?" A lot of stuff 'happens', she needed to narrow herself down.

"When the person she likes, likes someone else! And tells her about it!" Gamora argued.

Drax was still confused. "She's seen it before and she's fine." He shrugged.

"You never watched her." Gamora snarled. She pointed a finger in his face. Drax was suddenly reminded Gamora had really sharp nails. "Fine but not okay. Never okay."

"Wow yep that's on me haha." Drax warily stared at Gamora's nail at his face. "Move the murder finger, please?"

Gamora presses it closer to his face. She was snarling in her usual pure sadistic gleeful way.

"Besides, Logan's not the problem with that." Drax pointed out, hoping to save himself.

"THEN WHAT IS!" Gamora shouted. "NONE OF YOU WILL EVER FUCKING TELL ME! HOW CAN I SAVE HER IF NONE OF YOU TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED?!"

"BECAUSE WE WANT TO STOP IT TOO!" Drax shouted.

Gamora tensed.

Drax was suddenly enraged. He slapped Gamora's hand out of his face, waving his own finger at her. "You think that just because you're her sister that you're the only person that cares about her? That you're the only one who could keep her safe? That we don't care because she's not family?" Drax spat.