![]() ![]() Athena, the Greek goddess of wisdom and battle strategy had an owl.” At her questioning look, Peter explained. It’s almost indestructible and-” “Thank you, Peter.” Gamora’s voice is a whisper as she traces the shape on the shield. Maybe not in the galaxy, but it does seem to rival Godslayer in that regard. “Flick the pen cap.” She does and a disk, a shield, forms in her other hand. The sword emits some sort of glowing warmth. ![]() “It reminded me of you,” Peter admits as he puts his hand over hers. “It’s beautiful,” she breaths, unable to take her eyes from the craftsmanship. She swipes it a few times and smiles at the perfect weight of it. The center, where the hilt and grip are connected glows with the same energy she’s seen come from the Godslayer. It’s a beautiful shimmering silver sword with a double-edged blade, a leather-wrapped grip and a flat hilt riveted with silver studs to match the blade. ![]() “What can you do with it?” “Take off the top.” She does as he says and a sword quickly forms in her on the table. “Well, on my planet, it’s called a pen.” Her heart flutters and she scowls at the object. Peter takes her hand and puts it down on the table. “For you, my lady.” “What is it?” Gamora asks, holding it close to her nose. “I did a little shopping myself on the way back from the museum.” He reaches into his purse– knapsack– and pulls out a small device. Groot squeaks out his typical phrase and heads off to help his best friends. Probably building another bomb or something equally as dangerous. Rocket, on the other hand.” They could hear Rocket banging around in the background. “So, how did it really go?” “Groot was well-behaved. “It’ll be a surprise this time.” “Whatever, man.” Peter throws himself into the seat next to Gamora, being careful to put Groot down first. “If you make me stay here one more time, I’m gonna put a turd on your pillow.” “Yours or Drax’s?” The Terran crosses his arms. “How was holding down the fort?” Rocket’s lips curl up again. “It’s nice to see you too, buddy.” He turns to Gamora and Rocket, who is glaring at the tabletop. “I am Groot!” Peter chuckles as he picks the tree up. “I am Groot!” The small tree-child runs over to Peter and holds out his arms, vines stretching. Piece of cake.” “I do not understand why that sugary confection has anything to do with our mission.” “It’s just a Gahhhh.” Gamora watches from the main table as Peter runs a hand through his hair. “We’re back!” “And we have vanquished our enemies!” “Drax, we just stole the artifact back. She runs her index finger over the ridges of Groot’s cheek and pulls both him and the object to her chest. “I am Groot!” “I’m sure he’ll love it, Groot,” she says reassuringly. She can feel tears at the edge of her eyes but she doesn’t allow them to fall. “It’s–” Gamora’s voice cuts off as the tiny tree puts the object in her hand. She pulls him out and he smiles at her, holding up his loot. He reaches back with a hand, wiggling his root fingers and Gamora understands. ![]() “What’d ya find, Groot?” He dives back into the bin, his tiny legs wiggling as he sifts through the contents. I am Groot!” Obviously, whatever he found was either of extreme value or something sentimental. But I’m not happy about it.” “When are you ever happy?” -– “I am Groot!” The tiny squeak in the bin next to her alerted Gamora that Groot had found something. “Why don’t we look around? I’m pretty sure there must be some stuff you need for the ship.” “Fine. You could have blown everyone up.” She lifted Groot up to her shoulder and felt a tug as he tangled his hands in her hair to hold on. “I feel cheated.” “Someone had to watch Groot,” Gamora responds, “and the complex is volatile. “Why’re we waitin’ here like id'jits when they get all the fun!” Rocket snarled, lips curled up to show sharp teeth. Well, Peter had said he was toddler-sized but nobody really knew what a toddler was. And so, Gamora had been stuck behind with Rocket and a toddler-sized Groot. Drax and Peter went to gather the artifact some neo-Kree group had stolen from a Shar’i museum that was said to once hold the Cosmic Seed. The mission was supposed to be a simple one. Gamora sighs for the fifth time in a row, watching as Rocket’s ears twitch in front of her. ![]()
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