Several people expressed interest in hearing Peter sing to Gamora. So here it is. It is essentially the same story from a different 3rd person perspective. So there will be several similarities, such as the song Peter will sing. But some differences, for example in this one Peter never sang to Gamora the first time.

And if someone has a better name for this chapter please for the love of god tell me. I tried to find a synonym for serenade and this was the best I could come up with.

Enjoy.

"She's losin' too much blood!"

"I am Groot!"

"She will not make it."

"Get her the hell up!"

"W... what's..."

"Shh, Gamora don't talk, you're going to be okay."

Peter liked to think he was immune to panic attacks. He was a infamous outlaw, he was star lord for crying out loud. He was fearless.

Except he was not. Not with what was happening to Gamora

Peter did not know what to call it but this was not a panic attack.

No, it was far worse than a panic attack. This was like the universe was flipped upside down.

Gamora was always so collected and cool. She did not talk on and on like he could, but when she spoke people listened. Peter had even occasionally got a quiet laugh or smile out of her. Each was like a victory in itself, she was opening up to them. Slow progress yes but progress none the less.

Peter knew he had to keep a cool head, especially right now. Not just as their group's leader but because Gamora would not want him to fall apart. Outside he could do that but inside was a lost cause. The others could probably see his anxiety as he stood beside the door to the hospital lobby. Fingers drumming softly on his legs, he could not sit for more than a few seconds if he tried.

The rest of the team was scattered around the room, all pretty much in just as bad shape. Peter was the only one having trouble hiding it.

Groot was in the corner looking as if he was one of the plants for decoration in the lobby. Peter did not need Rocket to translate the expression on the face of their wooden friend.

The aforementioned raccoon was on a nearby couch. From what Peter's ears could pick up the small intelligent animal was snarling quietly. Peter could only imagine what was going through his trigger happy friend's head. He hated hospitals more than almost anything. This was Gamora though. If Thanos himself had kicked down the door Rocket would beat the crap out of the mad titan just so he did not disturb the doctors with Gamora.

Peter tried to crack a smile at the thought but could not. His stomach was twisted into way too many knots.

Their final team member was standing on the opposite side of the door from Peter. The muscular alien, if his posture was any indication, was practically guarding the door.

Peter just kept drumming his fingers on his legs trying to calm or distract himself. It was not working.

Gamora just had to be a hero. All of her desire to gain redemption for her past crimes landed her here in the hospital's emergency room. Even with her enhancements and cybernetics the damage was so bad she had to be rushed here instead to a more advanced facility like the one on Xandar.

Peter felt even worse because he did not even know exactly what had happened until he and the others arrived at the hospital. Some of Ronan's old cronies were planning to use explosives to destroy a local school, one full of innocent children. Gamora had encountered them somehow by complete accident. Being the badass assassin she was Peter knew she would have been able to take them on her own and win but she still ended up here with severe injuries. Severe even for someone like Gamora.

It was when the building exploded that Peter and the other guardians arrived.

Gamora must have been able to distract them long enough for the children to evacuate the school. The assassin herself however had been inside still. A fact that Peter was first to discover when he found her favorite blade in the rubble.

That was when everything went code red. The blade was her favorite, if it was here she was not far.

Everyone went berserk trying to find their missing female guardian. Peter knew he had handled it the worst but his main priority had been finding Gamora.

It was both fortunate and unfortunate he was the one who found her. It was just her arm at first. Then he started digging like it meant life or death, to him it did. No one would ever mention it but Peter knew his voice had broken and cracked when he screamed for the others to help. With the help of the others they had her out quickly, looking even rougher than when they survived the crash of the Dark Aster.

Now here they were hours later waiting for any kind of news from the doctors about Gamora. He had better get some news, good or bad, soon or he was going to order Rocket to shoot the place up. Something that Peter was not entirely sure Rocket would object to. It was because of this that when a doctor came out to see them Peter was instantly in front of him.

"Are you her family?" Peter looked over his gathering team and instantly knew the answer.

"Yes we are." No one said otherwise.

It seemed the doctor thought the same as he continued. "She is still in bad shape but stabilized. She is healing quickly but will require a few more days. But she is unconcious and we don't know when she will wake up."

Pete let out a breath. Stable. He could work with that to calm his nerves. She was going to be alright.

"She is allowed visitors but only one at a time, I will let one of you stay the night if you wish but the others will have to leave. It's hospital policy." Peter's next question had gotten an answer before he could ask. There was something odd though, hospitals rarely allowed overnight visitors for something like this.

The doctor turned to leave but stopped and turned back around. "One more thing on a personal note, tell her thank you from me, my daughter goes to that school." So that was why.

Then the doctor left and Peter turned to say something to the others but Drax stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. "Quill, stay at her side, we shall return to the Milano and be back tomorrow."

Peter was a little stunned at first. He was going to try to argue with them to let him stay the night but they already told him to be the one. They had to want to see her too, but Peter was not about to question good fortune. "Thank you."

Drax only nodded and led the other two out of the lobby.

Peter walked forward and stopped at Gamora's door. The outlaw took several breaths to calm himself in preparation to see her. He could do this, he was star lord. He could handle seeing Gamora in a hospital bed. Taking one last breath he opened the door.

Only to discover he could not handle seeing her.

The soft beeping in the corner reminded him far too much of his mother's last moments. The heart monitor was scaring him more than it had a right to. The sound may have scared him but each soft beeping did have a calming effect. Each beep was Gamora's heart, it was still beating. She lay upon the bed covered in bandages and with an IV in her arm. Even so she was still the most beautiful woman Peter had ever seen.

Closing the door Peter made his way over to her bedside and took a seat in the chair he found there. Seeing Gamora laying here tore apart what little control he had managed to gather.

Here alone in the room with the green skinned beauty Peter finally stopped holding back and let himself break down a little.

When the first tear fell he did not try to stop it. Peter had not cried since his mother died. Even with the ravagers he was so numb from his mother's death he had to tears to cry.

Peter could feel a pressure like no other in his chest as he sucked in a sharp breath. In front of Drax and the others sure he could keep a lid on his emotions for the most part. But here alone with Gamora he did not have a chance. Peter did not even try to slow down the now flowing tears.

Taking yet another breath Peter began to speak very softly. "H... hey Gamora," Peter looked down upon the unconscious assassin. One of the things Peter heard over the years was people out cold like this could hear people speak to them, hopefully it was true.

"The docs said only one of us could stay, I honestly thought I was going to have to pull rank or something to get the others to let me be the one. Surprising isn't it?" Peter had to take another deep breath.

Taking a chance, Peter slowly took her hand in his. Hopefully if she woke up she would not kick his ass, hell if she did Peter would gladly face the beating of a lifetime just to see her wake up.

He squeezed softly and continued. "You're always trying so hard to redeem yourself... Hopefully you're hearin' this because I wanted to let you know that you did it. All those kids are alive because of you."

Peter thought that maybe that one would wake her up. If holding her hand would not do it though then he was not sure what would. He wished she would just wake up and flash him that devilishly gorgeous smirk he loved so much.

Peter's thoughts instantly hit a brick wall. Where had that thought come from?

Looking down at Gamora's still form Peter's insides and emotions suddenly twisted for a completely different reason.

Alright Peter could admit to himself that Gamora was attractive. Hell she was the most beautiful woman in the galaxy, no, the universe. Her emerald skin made her look obviously alien but that just made her all the more beautiful. She was so much more than just attractive though. She had that inner fire, she was no submissive woman. She was strong, both in mind and body.

Gamora had her childhood and life stolen from her by Thanos. She never got to experience a lot of joy in life, the kind that Peter just took for granted and discarded. Gamora was raised to be a cold and brutal assassin. She never got to experience things like dates, kissing, hugs, and especially dancing.

It was right then that Peter decided when Gamora recovered he was going to teach her how to dance. If she did not want to learn he would convince her otherwise. Peter would teach her what he could, he would also show her that she was no monster. She was a living being like everyone else who deserved some happiness.

First things first though she needed to recover.

Peter suddenly had an idea. Something his mother had once done for him when he was little and was lain up in bed.

Pulling out his beloved walkman Peter draped the headphones around his neck and turned the device on. Putting the volume at a low enough level so that it could be barely heard in the quiet room the infamous star lord began to sing.

I must have been through about a million girls
I'd love 'em then I'd leave 'em alone
I didn't care how much they cried, no sir
Their tears left me cold as a stone

But then I fooled around and fell in love
I fooled around and fell in love, yes I did
I fooled around and fell in love, I fooled around and fell in love
It used to be when I'd see a girl that I liked

Peter did not have the kind and soothing voice of his mother but hopefully if she could hear it Gamora would be comforted by it at least slightly. Part of him was glad she was still not awake, if she was Peter may not have been able to keep going. Taking a breath he did so.

I'd get out my book and write down her name
But when the grass got a little greener over on the other side
I'd just tear out that page

I fooled around and fell in love
I fooled around and fell in love, since I met you baby
I fooled around and fell in love, I fooled around and fell in love

Suddenly Peter could have sworn he felt Gamora's hand move beneath his. Looking down he saw that she still had not budged. Attributing it to his imagination he took a deep breath and continued with the song.

Free, on my own is the way I used to be
Ah, but since I met you baby, love's got a hold on me
It's got a hold on me now, I can't let go of you baby

fooled around and fell in love
I fooled around and fell in love, oh yes I did
I fooled around, fooled around, fooled around, fooled around,
fooled around, fooled around, fell in love

Peter looked down again and his own eyes shot wide. Gamora had her eyes open with the start of one of those smirks he had fallen for. Her voice was a bit raspy but at that moment Peter wanted to hear nothing else but.

"The melody is indeed pleasant." Despite the blush forming on Peter's face he remembered clearly her words on Knowhere when he let her listen to his walkman for the first time. Pete knew it was not the music or the walkman she was talking about. "Finish?"

Gamora now had a full on smile for Peter. The infamous star lord was instantly happily at her mercy.

Fooled around, fooled around, fooled around, fooled around,
fooled around, fooled around, fell in love
I fooled around, fell in love

Just then it dawned on Peter the meaning of the lyrics for the song he had chosen. He figured out fairly quickly why he had subconsciously chosen it. This was his way of telling her something without actually saying it.

Taking a chance, Peter lifted Gamora's hand to his lips and softly kissed the back of her hand. Gamora did not object at all. In fact she had the most radiant and beautiful smile on her face Peter had ever seen.

Peter's own eyes matched her bright and happy ones as he sang the final line to the song.

I fell in love, I fell in love, yes I did

Hopefully you all enjoyed it, review please.