A/N: Hey guys! So, here's a Guardian's of the Galaxy fanfiction for y'all! Enjoy!
I don't own Marvel.
Gamora sat with Drax at the front of the Milano, setting the coordinates for Knowhere. Gamora was getting anxious as she wondered where Peter was. They were in Morag, and Peter had left that morning before any of them had woken up and hadn't told them where he intended to go. The place gave Gamora bad memories after everything that had happened several weeks earlier, although Morag was all but deserted now.
"Hey, Gamora! Everyone! Look what I found!" Peter yelled obnoxiously, coming to where Gamora and Drax sat, urging them to stand.
They noticed he held what appeared to be some type of plant.
That's odd. Morag can barely support much life, let alone strange plants. She thought as she got up and closed the rest of the distance between them.
"A plant. That's what took you so long?" Gamora asked, raising an eye brow as she examined it. The plant was black...a flower of some sort with strange spikes running up the stems with specks of red. It looked like death.
"What is all the damn commotion?" Rocket asked, coming up from his sleeping quarters.
"I'm Groot." Groot said, joining Rocket.
"I don't want to know where he found it, you big idiot!" Rocket snapped, walking around them and going to the pilots chair.
Gamora sighed and took the plant from Peter as Rocket started the Milano and shifted the ship, making everyone stumble and Gamora fall and drop the pot that held the thing she was holding. Where Peter even got the pot, she didn't want to know.
Rocket!" Drax snapped, steadying himself against the wall, glaring at the raccoon, who glared back.
Peter held a hand out for her and Gamora took it while also putting her other hand down to push her up.
Right onto the plants spikes.
She yanked her hand away and stood up with Quill's help, noticing her hand was bleeding. Badly.
She huffed and retreated to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her and grabbing the first aid kit under the sink. Sitting down on the toilet, she opened the kit and grabbed a pair of silver tweezers and carefully plucked the spikes out of her hand, wrapping her hand in gauze when she was done.
Blood immediately started soaking through the gauze.
God-dammit. How could such a tiny plant cause so much damage? I am going to kill Peter for bringing that thing back here. She thought, adding another bandage for good measure, picking up the spikes and throwing them away and cleaning off the tweezers before putting the first aid kit back as she tried to ignore the severe pain in her hand.
Great. Just great.
A/N: I know y'all are probably thinking. "Falling on a plant with thorns was the accident. Seriously?" but the plant has another role in the accident. Don't worry. Please review :)
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