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bevioletskies · 6 years ago

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bring it on home to me [5/5]

summary: The fight of everyone’s lives may be over, but for Nebula, Peter, and the rest of the Guardians, the search for the person they love most has just begun.

a/n: MAJOR spoiler warning for Avengers: Endgame, though I am a little vague about the events of what happened. Regardless, please don’t let me spoil it for you!

Fic title is, of course, from the song Bring It On Home To Me by Sam Cooke.

word count: 6.8k | ao3 | tag

Gamora woke in a shallow body of water that seemed to stretch onward and forever, for as far as the eye could see. Though she was lying flat on her back, the water level was so low she could see the tips of her toes breaking its surface. She was also fully clothed, the weight of the leather and metal growing even heavier by the second, and she struggled to get herself up into a seated position to look at her surroundings.

The water seemed to be settled over an endless sand dune that curved up and down in graceful, fluid shapes. Colors were made more vibrant by the sharp orange glow of an immortal sunset, casting everything in warm, harsh tones. There was a cliff in the distance whose peak disappeared far beyond the clouds, but there were no other structures, man-made or otherwise, to be seen. Her blood ran cold in the realization of where she was, what had happened the last time she was here, but when she lifted both her hands and opened her clenched fists, they were empty.

She got to her feet, patting her pockets and her utility belt to check that all her weapons were still on her. Once she was certain, she set off in the direction of the cliff. She wasn’t sure how she was going to get to the top, but she knew she’d be damned if she didn’t try.

It wasn’t long before she felt something shift, like a staccato twinge growing insistently in her belly, only she wasn’t hungry, injured, or sore. If anything, it didn’t really disturb her at all, though it did vaguely feel like someone was tapping on her organs, which in itself was a disturbing thought. Another body modification? she thought. Then, that can’t be right. I escaped Thanos nine years ago. Another pause. Nine years?

Her heart beat just a little bit faster in her chest, and she stopped moving to think, to really think. Nine years, four years, maybe never...it wasn’t about where she was, it was about when she was, wasn’t it? Or something like that, anyway.

She started walking again, her footsteps dragging through the sand. Her gear knocked persistently against her hips as if to remind her it was there, though she saw no foe - or friend - of any kind. A minute passed, then five, then another ten, and she stopped to turn, over and over again, realizing she was no closer than before. She let out a cry of frustration, a noise that was instantly swallowed up by the still atmosphere, but she kept going. Twenty, thirty, forty minutes, all in a numbing silence that made her brain feel fuzzy. There was no wind, no humidity, no nothing, just the vastness of a space that was all too familiar to her, one that she never wanted to be in again.

“What do you think you’ll find up there, my love?”

Gamora froze at the sound of a voice she hadn’t heard in years, years that she could no longer count. She drew her switchblade and turned, finding herself staring at a face that she sometimes couldn’t remember. “Mother?”

“In a way.” She smiled, bittersweet. Her mother looked as if she hadn’t aged a day, looking far closer to Gamora’s age than she had any right to be, wearing the clothes she had been on the day she’d died. “What do you think is at the top of the cliff?”

“The solution...to a problem I can’t identify.” She returned her mother’s placating smile with a wan one of her own. Her blade went back into its holster, though she couldn’t help but keep her hand hovering over its hilt. She wouldn’t put it past Thanos or any number of her enemies for planting a cruel illusion in her head. “I know what happened to me, and I know why it happened. I...must have been brought back here somehow, resurrected and restored. But I don’t belong in this place. I belong with my friends, my family. And if they’re up there, I need to get to them.”

“I don’t imagine you’ll be here for too long,” her mother replied, taking a step closer to brush a loose strand of hair out of her face. “They’re calling for you, darling. They’re waiting for you to come back. But there’s a longing in you to talk to someone, and I’m here to listen.”

She sucked in a breath. “How much time do we have?”

Her mother cupped her jaw. The warmth of her fingers was the first thing Gamora could really, truly feel. “As long as you need.”

______

The Sovereign’s medical ward was so blindingly gold that Peter was certain his own father would have wept at the sight of it, though he knew he was in no position to complain about its ostentatiousness. The High Priestess had been hostile at first, as expected, nearly shooting the Benatar right out of the atmosphere before they could even come close to landing, and then looked down at them both figuratively and literally as they knelt in front of her throne, heads bowed, humbling themselves until it pleased her. After long, arduous minutes of grovelling, she granted them subpar food and barely-satisfactory quarters, then called for her best doctors and scientists to prepare Gamora for her procedure. “Their knowledge of the mind, body, and soul comes from my abilities, and my abilities alone. You’ll find they’re unlike anything else you can find on any other world,” she had simpered. The Guardians didn’t care much for the details of how her so-called “spirit restoration” powers worked, only that they would.

“What’s it called?” Peter had asked. They had all been standing around the operating table, which only irritated the head surgeon further. Peter had been bombarding the experts with questions about the effects, the consequences, anything that could possibly go wrong. The others were simply watching Gamora in silent support, hoping they didn’t look as nervous as they felt.

“The Paragon Program,” Ayesha had replied, smiling in a wicked way that made them shiver. “To ensure our people are as perfect as can be. Seeing as your Gamora was the only one who cared to show me any sort of respect during our first encounter, I will grant her with our highest honor, and treat her as one of our own. She will come back more perfect than you could ever imagine.”

Peter had turned to look at Gamora, lying perfectly still on the table in her medical gown. There was a crease of worry between her browbones, but her mouth was set in a hard, straight line of determination. He had smiled in a sort of melancholic manner. “She was already perfect.”

Now, Gamora was alone in the operating room, hooked up to a few machines that the doctors claimed were monitoring her vitals, but looked about as ornate and useless as every other decorative statue on their self-indulgent planet. She took a soft breath in, then out. The first part of the procedure was over - “taking a glimpse into her brain”, as the High Priestess had called it, to make sure she was physically and mentally able to handle what was about to happen. They were giving her a few minutes to herself before continuing with the second part, which they assured her was perfectly safe and had been done dozens of times before, but didn’t make her feel any less wary.

It had become clear to Gamora quite quickly that these Guardians, this apparent team of hers, was more than just her team - they were her family. Nebula had briefly touched on what her relationships with them had been like, but it was also made evident in person. Last night, they had an uncomfortable dinner with the High Priestess who made snide remarks about some incident she knew nothing about, apparently resulting in her people pursuing them on Peter’s father’s planet.

“And here I thought you were the cleverest of your little group, but clearly, you fell in with them for a reason,” Ayesha had said, very well knowing that Gamora had no memory of the event. “Perhaps it wasn’t your knowledge that took your life, but karma. Retribution for your many sins.”

The others had shot out of their chairs immediately. “You take that back, lady!” Rocket had snarled, immediately drawing one of his guns. A few guards flocked to Ayesha’s side, but she merely waved them off with a condescending chuckle.

“Don’t forget, I’m doing all of you the favor of a lifetime,” she had replied. “I suggest you put your weapons down.”

“I am a weapon,” Mantis had shot back, her voice unusually low, her antennae glowing dangerously. “Do not talk badly about Gamora, or it will end badly for you.”

“You’re adorable,” Ayesha had drawled. “Did Quill feed you that line?”

“Do not waste another breath,” Nebula had interjected, looking to the others and meeting their hardened gazes. Slowly, they all sat back down, though Rocket and Peter still had their trigger fingers ready. “We can take comfort in the fact that my sister is, and will always be, a person worth saving.” Nebula narrowed her eyes at Ayesha. “I do not know if the same can be said of you.”

After dinner, the Guardians had gone to linger in a small sitting room, too restless to sleep at a reasonable hour before Gamora’s big day. She had sat by the fireplace, eavesdropping on bits and pieces of conversation happening behind her. She was unable to keep up with the inside jokes and the acerbic banter, but secretly enjoyed the dynamic all the same.

Drax had stopped by briefly to hand her a warm drink. “You seem nervous,” he had observed. “If the High Priestess’s scientists are to be believed, you have a minimal chance of dying.”

Gamora had chuckled, accepting the mug with a grateful smile. “It is no longer death that I’m afraid of. It’s the fear of disappointing all of you. As I’ve been told...as I’ve witnessed...your Gamora was loved.”

“We will be disappointed if it doesn’t work, yes,” Drax had nodded thoughtfully. “But you, as you are, would not disappoint us. You are our friend...despite whatever shortcomings you may have.”

“A heartwarming sentiment,” she had deadpanned, shaking her head amusedly when he continued nodding in blasé agreement before walking away. She had turned back to look at the fire, into its crackling flames, and took a sip of her drink.

Before going to bed, Peter had lingered outside her door, wanting to speak with her in private one last time. She had emerged from the bathroom, caught off-guard by his presence. “Quill?”

“I, uh, I just wanted to thank you again,” he had said. He had sounded rushed, like he was trying to get everything he was thinking out at once. “Couldn’t’ve been an easy decision to make.”

“No, I think it was,” she had said softly. “As I told you on Knowhere, this universe is not my own. This universe was always hers. She saved the galaxy, and the galaxy saved her in return. My purpose is to restore her in the place she belongs, among the people she loves, the people she saves. It’s of no consequence to my existence.”

He had laughed. “You’re more like her than you think, y’know.”

“I hope so.” She had opened the door to her room, her hand lingering on the doorknob, and she turned to look at him. His expression had been impossibly soft, fond, reserved just for her. She had smiled in return. “Goodnight...Peter.”

The head surgeon approached her, drawing her out of her thoughts, looking her up and down rather derisively. “Are you ready for part two?”

Gamora slowly laid back on the table, squeezing her eyes shut so she wasn’t blinded by the overhead lights. She thought of the Guardians, of her sister, of her parents - her real parents, and her rapidly beating heart slowed down to a gentle, steady pulse. “Yes.” ______

“You implied you weren’t my mother,” Gamora commented after they’d been walking in companionable silence for some time. Only now did it seem like they were making progress, with the cliff steadily growing closer and closer. “And I doubt you’re her spirit or her soul, either.”

“Clever girl,” her mother said, smiling. “You’re correct. I am none of them. I am, however, part of your soul. A projection, if you will. One you’ve called upon to keep you company on your way back. And...it seems you have some unfinished business to attend to.”

Gamora frowned. “I have no debts, monetary or otherwise. No promises, no vows - ”

“To yourself, my love,” she corrected with a gentle laugh. “There is conflict in you. I don’t think there’s a single person in the entire universe that doesn’t.”

“I’ve made no secret of my feelings about myself,” she said, suddenly finding it hard to look her mother in the eye. “But I’ve also come to accept that not all of my burdens are meant to be borne forever, and they are not meant to burden me, and me alone. What I’ve done, who I’ve become...they’re all a part of me that I have to live with.” She then glanced down at her hands as if she were seeing them for the first time, turning them over and splaying her fingers wide. “And there are memories...they aren’t mine. This body belonged to someone else.”

“I see you’re catching on.” Her mother gestured to a flat rock that seemingly appeared out of nowhere. “Why don’t we sit for a moment? We’re in no rush.”

They both settled down with their legs tucked beneath them, hands folded in their laps in a near-identical manner. The orange glow of the invisible sun wasn’t as blinding by now, having simmered down to something more pleasant to the eye. Gamora could see her mother’s face better this way, and though she knew it wasn’t truly her mother, her heart still ached at the sight of how young she looked. It seemed unjust that she had no wrinkles, no laugh lines, no sunspots, nothing that indicated a life well lived. Her father had been older than her mother by a few years, and had begun forming semi-permanent creases in the corners of his eyes from how much he liked to laugh. His hands had been a little rougher, his joints a little stiffer, but still, he would come home from a long day’s work and sweep Gamora off her feet and onto his shoulders, moving like a man who was ten years younger.

“Do you like yourself, Gamora?”

Her head turned sharply, startled. “Wh...what?”

“Do you find it difficult to answer?” Her mother’s identical dark eyes fixated on her intently. “You seemed certain once that your answer was ‘no’. Have you changed your mind?”

Gamora looked back down at her lap, fiddling with the rings that adorned her fingers. “I hated myself. I hated my life.” Her left hand lacked the scar across her knuckle that she’d gotten during a mission that ended with her and Peter chained together and left dangling over a pit of snarling Vrellnexians. It burned far less than the permanent teeth marks on her thigh from one of Thanos’s training sessions gone wrong (or perhaps entirely right, from his perspective). “I find that that’s no longer the case.”

“That isn’t what I asked,” she said patiently. “Be honest, now. The only one listening is you.”

Gamora smiled to herself. “I...I do like myself. More than I thought I ever would. I have no aspirations of being perfect, but if I put my best effort forward, I feel no need to hold myself to an impossible standard set by me or anyone else.”

“That’s quite a long-winded way of saying ‘yes’,” she remarked dryly. “So you’ve found peace...but you still have regrets.”

“I would think far less of myself if I didn’t regret all the things I did when I was with Thanos.” Gamora shivered reflexively; his name had become a curse. “I’ve done things I’ve regretted even after leaving him...said things I wish I could take back. But there’s no use in punishing myself after I’ve already atoned for my failures. I am no less deserving because of them.”

“Deserving of what, my love?”

Gamora let out an exhale of quiet disbelief. Even her own subconscious couldn’t help but ask the questions she never wanted to be asked, in a time when she wanted nothing more than to finally rest. “Redemption, forgiveness...companionship. My family. I’ve earned every last one...haven’t I?”

“I’ve never known you to be so hesitant, Gamora. Say it.” She took both of Gamora’s hands in hers, leaning in closer and closer until Gamora could count all the colors in her eyes. “Say it like you mean it.”

Gamora laughed wetly; she had never felt so ridiculous in her life. She closed her eyes, lifted her chin, and smiled. “I deserve to be happy.”

And just like that, she felt a warmth in her chest, a weight off her shoulders, a soft breeze whistling through her hair. It was like all the cliches in the world had come to life, ones that she thought only existed in the fantasies of others, having long abandoned entertaining such ideas so long ago. There was no magical epiphany or glorious music, exactly, but an ease in her body, a comfort in her mind, that made it known it wasn’t over for her, not even in death.

She opened her eyes; her mother’s smile was radiant, more than the invisible sun could ever hope to be. “Are you ready?”

Gamora’s face fell somewhat. “I don’t think I’ll ever be ready to return to a life without you. But yes...I’m ready.”

Her mother’s smile turned into something a little sadder, more than a little bit full of longing, and pulled Gamora into a warm embrace. She smelled of sweet medicine and freshly-cut flowers, her hair tickling Gamora’s nose. Gamora squeezed her eyes shut, harder this time, and let out a contented sigh. She needed just one more minute before letting go. ______

Three days came and went, and to everyone’s dismay, Gamora remained asleep in her preservation pod with no sign of waking up. Even the Sovereign experts were beginning to fret, though they tried not to let it outwardly show, given how volatile the Guardians could be. They were already starting to pick fights with each other as if they were to blame. Peter and Drax yelled at each other often and at length, while Rocket threatened to shoot them both with the Hadron Enforcer if they didn’t shut up. Mantis worried more loudly than everyone else, having unfortunately taken on the brunt of their heightened emotions that now seared through her brain like the worst imaginable migraine one could have. What little optimism Nebula had left was slowly dwindling away, leaving her snapping at everyone in sight and stomping around like a child.

“With respect, High Priestess, we ask for a closer look at her records,” Peter had said on the morning of the fourth day, kneeling in front of her throne. The others were knelt beside him; there was no room for temper tantrums or snark this time.

“My medics insist upon complete doctor-patient privilege,” she had replied. “But...if you wish to see her heart rate and brain activity, I see no harm in granting you permission. I’m warning you now, Guardians...you may not like what you see.”

Everyone kept watch by Gamora’s side, rotating in paired shifts so they could attempt to get some restless sleep. Conversation was kept to a minimum, no one daring to voice their worries out loud, risking the start of yet another argument. The Sovereign were being unusually generous for the time being, promising that there would be no debt for food, shelter, or medical treatment otherwise, but they had the feeling that could change at any moment.

On the evening of the fifth day, as the sun was setting and everyone was pleasantly full from the usual lush Sovereign dinner, Peter was scrolling through the Zune’s catalogue but not really paying attention to any song that popped up on the screen. Nebula was sat beside him with her arms folded across her chest, watching her sister’s face through the glass of the preservation pod unblinkingly.

“I became a Guardian in your absence.” The suddenness of her voice caused Peter to fumble with the Zune, nearly dropping it on the golden tile floor. “Otherwise...Rocket would have had no one. Like me.”

“He grows on you, don’t he?” Peter remarked. He sounded oddly fond considering he and Rocket had a spat about Ayesha’s true intentions just two hours ago, and had resorted to glowering at each other across the dining table in seething silence.

“My point, Quill…” she said through gritted teeth, “...is that I became a Guardian out of necessity. Now, it is merely a choice I have to make.” She turned to look him dead in the eye. “Whether my sister returns as she was or as she is or...not at all...my choice remains the same.”

“Oh.” He blinked. “Oh!”

“God, you’re an idiot,” she sighed, though there wasn’t any real heat behind her words.

Peter merely grinned in a sort of endearing way that incited Nebula’s usual urge of wanting to punch him, or at the very least elbow him in the gut so he’d stop. She begrudgingly found herself unable to do so since he looked happier than he had in days. “I’m not even gonna bother responding to that. But I was right - you’re a Guardian, through and through.”

“Of my own choice, not of your volition,” she sneered. She was already starting to regret saying anything.

“And she’s gonna come back,” he continued. “Gamora don’t give up so easy.”

“I believe it’s a matter of ‘if’, not ‘when’.” Nebula’s gaze returned to her sister’s face, the only thing she could see through the small glass window. Her expression remained the same - a semi-relaxed posture, her eyes comfortably shut, her mouth in a sort of half-smile. She looked like she was dreaming about something pleasant, something she didn’t want to leave behind.

“It’s gonna be ‘when’,” Peter insisted, frowning. “C’mon, Nebula, don’t think like that.”

“I have spent my whole life thinking like that,” she murmured. “You and I both saw her vital readings, her bloodwork. The chances of her returning to us are minimal, returning to us in a restored state even less so.”

He laughed in disbelief. “You never know when to quit, do you? You’re always about the worst-case scenario, and the murderin’, and, and the attitude, god, it’s the worst! Woulda thought you’d’ve changed at least a little in five years.”

“Coming from a man who still insists he can talk his way out of any situation and refuses to mature past his idealized childhood,” she shot back. “You’re an imbecile, Quill. It’s no wonder your ‘friends’ are seeking a real leader.”

“And you’re a piece of work,” he snapped, shooting to his feet. “What was I thinkin’, wanting you to be a Guardian when we can’t even have a nice moment for two damn minutes? Maybe I don’t wanna think about the fact that we might’ve just killed another Gamora!”

Nebula recoiled like she’d been slapped clean across the face, though Peter hadn’t made any sort of move towards her aside from the blazing anger in his eyes. They stared at each other for a moment, not daring to move a muscle. Then, there was a quiet, yet distinctive cough.

“You haven’t killed me yet. But if you continue to argue - ”

“Gamora,” Peter breathed. He immediately ran to the control screen, his fingers trembling as he clumsily navigated his way through several menus before finding what he was looking for. The pod opened with a soft hiss; Nebula could feel her heartbeat pounding in her ears, drowning out the sound of Peter’s poorly-concealed sniffles.

Her initial footsteps were wobbly, her knees knocking together as if she’d never learned how to walk. Peter was by her side in an instant, threading his arm underneath her armpits to keep her upright, guiding her over to a medical bed so she could sit down. Her breath was ragged from the limited oxygen, and she was blinking drowsily into the blindingly golden light, but she was undoubtedly, undeniably alive.

“Sister,” Nebula said quietly. “Do you know us?”

Gamora glanced between them. Her voice was hoarse when she spoke. “Yes.” An odd expression then crossed her face, as if she were just now realizing where she was and what had happened. “My mother...I saw my mother.”

“How is that...possible?” Peter said slowly, kneeling beside her. He tentatively reached out to cup her face, letting out a relieved sigh when she leaned into the touch. “What happened, Gamora? You’ve been asleep for five days.”

“I think...I was in my own realm of the Soul Dimension. Before I went under, I thought of all the people I loved. Maybe that’s why my mother appeared to me. We talked for a while, though not enough.” The corners of Gamora’s mouth tugged upwards, though it seemed reluctant. “I didn’t want to leave her. Not when we had all the time in the universe.”

“So that’s why you didn’t wake up right away,” he reasoned. When she opened her mouth to protest, he took her face in both hands, holding her gently. “Hey, no, it’s okay. Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I just...if I saw my mom...I dunno if I’d even have the strength to come back at all. But you did. You always did.”

Gamora placed her hands over his, warm to the touch. He laughed wetly, sinking back further on his heels until his chin was practically resting right on her lap. “I knew I couldn’t stay forever, but it’s alright. I got what I wanted, I said what I needed to say, and now, I feel...peaceful.”

“You were sleeping for a really long time,” he teased, wiping hastily at the tears streaking down his face as he got to his feet. “I’ll get you some water. I should call the doctors in here - hell, our friends, too - ”

“Wait.” Gamora stood as well, steadier this time, and carefully made her way over to Nebula, coming to a stop right in front of her. She was stiff, frozen in place, her eyes following her sister’s every move. “I have memories that don’t belong to me, pieces of conversations that were had with my other self. This must be another’s body, then.”

“Yes.” Nebula hesitated. “Do you remember what I said to your other self while I was held prisoner on Sanctuary?”

Gamora nodded; her eyes were wet now, too. “That we became friends. Sisters.”

Without warning, Nebula suddenly stepped forward and threw her arms around Gamora, pulling her into the tightest hug she’d ever received. Nebula’s elbows were locked tight, her feet an awkward distance away from Gamora’s, but her face was buried in Gamora’s hair, her shoulders trembling from her half-hearted attempt at suppressing her emotional exhaustion. Gamora laughed, wrapping her arms around Nebula’s shoulders in return, her tears falling freely down her cheeks. Peter smiled privately in silent victory, then quietly slipped out of the room to get the others while Gamora and Nebula sank into each other's embrace like they belonged there all along. ______

Gamora walked down the landing ramp of the Benatar with a loud exhale, glad to be free of its odorous atmosphere (Rocket had done some experimental tests with the pipes, damaging the air filtration system as a result). After leaving Sovereign, the Guardians had made a brief stopover on the newly-rebuilt Xandar to speak with Nova Prime, and then left for a three-day-long journey for another planet that remained a mystery to Gamora. All she knew was that it wasn’t for their first mission since her return, but rather a place for rehabilitation until everyone got their bearings back.

Her reunion with everyone else had been overwhelmingly emotional as expected, a complete onslaught of sloppy hugs and messy tears and nonsensical elation, and they’d barely left her alone ever since. Aside from Peter’s relief at being able to share a bed with her again, she never had a meal to herself or even a moment to herself. She couldn’t argue, though, thinking back to the handful of times that one of them had been injured or sick, and she would hover and fuss until they were more frustrated with her than whatever was actually ailing them.

“Over there,” Peter called from behind her. She turned to see him gesturing off into the distance at something, and she followed his eye line to see what it was. The planet seemed amiable, with fresh air and clear skies, green grass beneath her boots and trees that swayed in the mild winds. It was all so...normal, so quiet and gentle and calm. They were in an empty field that stretched on for quite a while before it was interrupted by a tall metal fence. Beyond that was the remains of a building, and what looked to be the beginning of construction for its replacement. It almost seemed familiar, like something her other self knew of but hadn’t remembered very well.

Gamora had grown used to the idea of her other self, a little piece of her soul that had nestled itself neatly in her brain. The Guardians had been keeping a close eye on her to make sure she wasn’t exhibiting any strange behaviors or voicing any worrying thoughts. It seemed, though, that the other Gamora simply existed with no interference or intention. It also meant that she remembered everything Peter and Nebula had said to her, relieving them of the burden of having to say it all over again. Peter seemed intent on retelling his stories anyway as he was oft to do, but Nebula went about it awkwardly, uncertain of how to express any sort of sentiment or affection aside from a stiff pat on the shoulder when they passed by each other on the ship.

“I still don’t understand why we’ve returned to here, of all places,” Nebula complained, kicking a nearby rock out of spite. “This is no idyllic paradise. It’s the remains of a battlefield.”

Gamora paused. “Was this where we fought Thanos?”

Nebula shuddered. “Yes. This is where he died.”

“Peter...this is your home planet. This is Terra,” Gamora said slowly. “You said you never wanted to come back.”

“Yeah, well, I say a lot of things,” Peter shrugged, jogging up beside her and holding out his hand. She took it automatically, interlacing their fingers together, and they began walking with the others following suit. “We’ve got allies here who can keep us safe, and I figured we’d want a little peace and quiet before going back to saving the galaxy.”

“Are you kiddin’? This planet’s never gonna have peace and quiet again,” Rocket snorted. “Everyone in the whole d’ast galaxy is talking about what happened here. Believe me, some other big baddie is gonna get some ideas about comin’ to play.”

“Way to think positive, dude,” Peter snarked, shaking his head.

“Rocket may have a point. Terra is inevitably doomed,” Drax added unhelpfully.

“Don’t agree with me, man, it’s weird,” Rocket complained.

“I am Groot,” Groot said, nearly stumbling over his own feet due to his refusal to look up from his video game screen. He’d been lovingly attentive to Gamora for about two days before she lectured him about eating junk food, and had since gone back to being as sullen as ever.

“So...this is our home for now, then?” Gamora asked. She inhaled another lungful of air; it wasn’t perfect, but it was far better than anything she’d ever experienced on the ship.

“For now.” Peter squeezed her hand. She squeezed back, momentarily reassured.

Their temporary home was a guesthouse with a deck that went out over a lake, far enough from the construction site that the forest obscured the sound of the workers and machinery. Nebula had vaguely explained to her who the guesthouse belonged to and Peter had mentioned they’d been invited to dinner, but truthfully, all she wanted to do was collapse into a bed that didn’t feel like it was made of rock and sleep for a good twelve hours.

Gamora slept for a few hours before waking up, somewhat groggy but alert enough to hear the sounds of the others milling around in the shared living space, chatting quietly. She sat on the edge of the bed, facing the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows of her and Peter’s bedroom, smiling at the sight of birds flitting past the glass, skimming the surface of the lake and disappearing among the trees. She basked in a minute or two of warm silence before there was a knock at the door. “Gamora?”

“Come in,” she called. Mantis stepped in with a bright smile a moment later, her antennae giving off a pleasing glow. “Are we leaving for dinner soon?”

“Not yet. I just wanted to talk to you, I suppose,” Mantis admitted. “Is that okay?”

“Of course.” Gamora softened, patting the spot beside her for Mantis to sit down. “Is something wrong?”

Mantis turned to look her straight on; it was slightly unsettling given the enormity of her eyes. “Did you really speak to your mother?”

“Yes.” Gamora swallowed thickly. “It was...enlightening.”

“May I?” Mantis held out her hand, hovering it mere inches above Gamora’s. At her wordless nod, she gently wrapped her fingers around Gamora’s wrist, then inhaled sharply, her eyes fluttering shut. “You feel...calm. There is some uncertainty about what our future is going to be, but you seem very peaceful. Happy.” Her eyes opened, gazing at Gamora curiously. “What did you talk to her about?”

“It wasn’t...her, exactly.” Gamora hesitated. “But it helped to think of it as her. Like she was guiding me from the afterlife.”

Mantis removed her hand, a melancholic smile crossing her face. “I do not know anything about my parents. Their names, their faces...or if they are still alive. You are very lucky to have seen her again, even if it was not really her.”

“There are still so many unanswered questions for almost all of us,” Gamora mused. “While Drax has a clear understanding of his heritage, and Peter’s solved the terrible truth of his father, Groot has no connection to his history aside from his old memories, Rocket has yet to confront his creator, and you - ”

“ - do not even know what planet I am from,” Mantis said mournfully. “I do not know where my powers came from, either.”

“Then that can be our next mission,” Gamora suggested. “We have supplemental pay from the Nova Corps, enough to give us the time to learn more about ourselves. You deserve to know. We all deserve to know who we are.”

Mantis’s returning grin was almost blinding. “I would like that very much,” she said, beaming. “I think we are all very tired of fighting wars. Being here on Peter’s planet to just relax is so nice. There is so much...room!”

Gamora couldn’t help but chuckle at Mantis’s childlike wonder, the stars in her eyes. There was a time when she would have thought her too idealistic, too immature, but now, her joy was infectious, absolutely radiant in its triumph. She got to her feet, gesturing for Mantis to follow. “We should go ask the others what they think. I doubt any of them are desperate to jump into another battle any time soon, though you never know with Rocket and Drax especially.”

“Oh, I almost forgot - Peter wanted to talk to you before we go to dinner,” Mantis said mysteriously. “He is out on the deck.”

Mantis and Gamora walked out into the living room, smiling at the sight of Groot, Drax, and Nebula gathered around the television, playing some sort of video game where they appeared to be racing spaceships. Rocket was stood on the armrest of the couch, shouting instructions at Groot and profanities at the others; Nebula occasionally lifted one hand from her controller to flip him off without looking back. Gamora walked over to watch for a moment, reaching down to briefly squeeze her sister’s shoulder. Nebula instinctively shivered, then patted Gamora’s hand in return, once, twice, and pulled away.

Gamora found Peter leaning against the railing of the deck, much like he had on Knowhere when her other self had first found him. Instead of empty bottles, his Zune sat at his feet, playing a familiar song. He was notably more put-together than he had been in months, his facial hair neatly trimmed and his clothes not quite as unruly as before. “Peter?”

He turned immediately at the sound of her voice. “Hey, you sleep okay?”

“Really well, actually. The beds here are far nicer than the mattresses on the Benatar,” she replied, walking up to join him. “Mantis said you wanted to talk to me about something.”

“I could talk to you about a lot of things,” he chuckled. “Honestly, I still can’t believe it worked. That you’re here, for real this time. I...we almost lost you, Gamora.” He chewed his bottom lip worryingly. “Is, uh...is the other one still in your head?”

“Yes, but it’s not as invasive as it seems,” she reassured him. “Mantis and I were talking about our next potential mission. We were thinking about how she, Rocket, and Groot know so little about their origins, how they deserve to know.”

“Yeah, well, we met my dad and we all know how that turned out,” Peter muttered, his expression souring.

“I don’t think it’ll always be like your father. Maybe Mantis’s parents will be more like mine.” She smiled. “Only...alive.”

He laughed, startled by the somewhat dark joke, and leaned into her, their shoulders brushing together. “I mean, if it’s what you guys want, I’m not gonna fight it. Think it’s about time we acknowledge who the real leader of this team is - you.”

“It can be both of us,” she insisted, frowning. “Nebula and I spent years resenting each other because we were forced to compete. But you and I, we have a choice. Let’s not make the wrong one.”

Peter fully turned to face her, slipping his hands in hers and bringing them down between them. He lowered his head, their foreheads meeting in the middle, and closed his eyes. He almost looked agonized. “I’m sorry I couldn’t do it.”

“Do wh...oh, Peter.” She released one of his hands so she could cup his cheek. “You kept your promise. Everything that happened afterwards...I would’ve liked to have been the one to kill him. I’m sure Nebula feels the same way. But what matters, what really matters, is that we all made it in the end, and the rest of our lives belong to us. Not to a madman, not to a myth, but just...us. As it should be.”

With a tilt of her chin, her mouth met his, and he melted beneath her touch, all the tension in his shoulders slipping away. He deepened the kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist so he could pull her impossibly close. After a quiet moment passed, only punctuated by the sounds of the birds and the Zune, she stepped back to meet his soft gaze. “I love you,” he murmured.

Her words came easy. “I love you, too.” She took another step back as if to turn and make her way back inside, but he kept a firm grip on her hands. “Peter, we have to get ready for dinner.”

“Dance with me.” She shivered; the cadence of his voice was the same as every other time he’d ever asked. “C’mon, one minute and we’ll head back.”

“Fine,” she sighed, moving closer once more. With his hands at the small of her back, Peter guided them step-by-step across the deck, the heels of their boots clicking in synchronicity as they did. Gamora closed her eyes and splayed her palms across his chest, drank in the sunlight that washed over her face, took in the muffled sounds of her friends yelling at each other inside, embraced the feeling of Peter’s heart beating beneath her fingers. She wasn’t thinking about the next mission or payment, the next argument or victory. It was just her, the ones she loved, and a perfect little piece of clarity.

Bring it to me, bring your sweet loving...bring it on home to me... ______

a/n: And so ends another fic conclusion in which I've doubled the usual word count and gone full-on sentimental! I honestly could have gone on forever and ever with the reunions and conversations, but then I think it would get a little too repetitive. There was a scene I cut in which Peter and Rocket talked about how Rocket dealt with all the Guardians being gone and Peter's guilt about Titan, but I wanted this chapter to be focused on Gamora. If I were to continue on from here, the Guardians would be on their way to look for Rocket's creator, but not before making a stop in Missouri to visit Peter's mother's grave.

In case anyone happens to read my fic regularly, I'm taking a tiny break from Peter/Gamora (including across the universe) to finish up some Scott/Hope fics I've had sitting around for quite some time (a post-Endgame fic and a multi-part AU, in case anyone's interested). I'll come back to them eventually, I promise! I may also open fic prompts again since it's been a while.

Thanks so much for reading, likes and reblogs would be much appreciated, and I hope you enjoyed my self-indulgent journey through my Endgame feelings :)

#starmora #starmora fic #peter x gamora #gamora x peter #endgame spoilers #spoilers #myfic #myfic: bring it home #marvel #long post #this might be my last p/g fic for a minute btw!#i have a bunch of s/h WIPs i wanna finish

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lamgrace1993 · 5 years ago

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walters-tampon-string · 8 years ago

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Repayment

Fandom: Batman

Rating: K

Warnings: None.

Characters: Bruce Wayne/Batman, Edward Nygma/Riddler.

Relationships: Riddler/Batman (Pretty One-Sided tho...)

Description: Edward Nygma has a proposition for Batman.

Extra Notes: Happy Valentines Day!

Batman hated when his job put him in positions like this. Positions where he was forced to work or make deals with one of his many enemies. It was a painful enough experience to do that… but he had to say there was new level of pain added to it all when the criminal he had to strike a deal with was Edward Nygma, aka the Riddler, who was arguably one of the most annoying rogues he had to deal with on a somewhat regular basis, which was saying a lot.

But as he constantly lectured Tim on a daily basis, sometimes a man had to do something he really didn’t want to do if it meant getting a job done. Edward was obnoxious, sure, but he was also incredibly smart and had loads of connections and information on practically every corner of Gotham, which Batman needed right now.

Harley Quinn was out and about again and he needed to know where she could be hiding so he could collect her and place her back in her cell at Arkham. Much to his dismay though, she had gotten a lot craftier lately and she had gotten a lot better at covering her tracks compared to when she first started her criminal career. She had proven that even with Joker gone and God knows where, she could handle a crime syndicate on her own. Honestly, he hadn’t expected much of her criminal career when Joker fell off the radar. He supposed this was in a way karma for underestimating one of his rogues. They always managed to be full of surprises.

Unfortunately for her though, crafty or not, even she couldn’t hide from all of Riddler’s feelers. Batman didn’t know how the man managed to recruit as many people as he did with so many various backgrounds. Most rogues, when getting henchmen, would usually stick to thugs and skilled gunmen who were looking for any excuse to hurt people while getting paid for it. Those like Oswald Cobblepot, Joker, or Two-Face, who had a bit of extra cash lining their pockets could afford to even hire a mercenary or two. Occasionally they managed to lure in a psychopathic engineer or two, but they kept things simple with their hired help. Don’t get him wrong, he knew from personal experience that Edward had quite a few thugs and gunmen and stuff himself in his little army. However, his reach was much larger than just that. Riddler’s reach spread all across the job market: fast food employees, businessmen, rocket scientists, strippers… anyone could become a Riddler spy or employee it seemed.

Batman knew he could spend several months trying to weed through all of Riddler’s employees and he would never come close to catching them all. Unlike other rogues, Riddler’s employees weren’t always decked out in lime-green or sticking out like peacocks amongst a crowd of people. No, they were subtle and nearly invisible. Chances were, Harley herself had probably unknowingly hired a couple of Riddler moles and snitches herself. Even if she didn’t (which was statistically unlikely), Riddler no doubt knew where she was. He had monitors everywhere both above and below Gotham. Every time Batman knocked out the servers, the Riddler would just seem to fix it again. The man always seemed to want to know what everyone in Gotham was doing.

If Harley was in Gotham still, Riddler knew where she was, and seeing as he had no other leads to go on (every clown on the street he beat up either had no idea where she was holed away, simply taking orders from a messenger he had yet to catch, or were just simple street thugs wanting to carry on the Joker moniker now that he was gone), he unfortunately found himself having to rely on Riddler’s knowledge base.

But even though he knew he had to put the citizens of Gotham over his own pride, that didn’t make this any situation less frustrating… especially when Edward looked so smug, like a cat who caught the canary. A part of him was already itching to connect his fist into Edward’s nose or teeth… but he had to be mature.

“So that’s how you heroes play, huh? You criticize and demonize my methods all until you suddenly need me… and then you come crawling over to me begging me to help you and conveniently forget the fact you’ve physically assaulted me multiple times and-”

“Can it, Nygma, are you helping me or not?” Batman interjected, annoyance coating his gruff voice. He knew once Edward got started, he could ramble on for a surprisingly long time and Batman would rather spare himself from the monologue full of insults about his apparent lack of intelligence and brutish nature. He saw a look of anger flicker through Edward’s green eyes and for a moment, Batman was actually afraid he might’ve made the man mad enough to refuse his offer, and then immediately got disgusted that he had to feel that way. He hated having to feel dependent on a rogue.

Of course, if Riddler refused, he could do tracking of his own, but it could take quite a while before he got a satisfactory answer and by that time, Harley might execute her plan and slaughter people. Batman really didn’t want to live with the guilt that his pride was what caused people to die.

Thankfully, Riddler merely said, “Still rude as ever i see, Batman. No matter… I will agree to help you… under one condition of course!” Puffing out his chest he said, “We are enemies after all! I expect a form of repayment of some kind as-”

“I am not doing any dirty work for you, Nygma. I am not willing to become a pawn in your silly games,” Batman ground out immediately. He knew coming here was a mistake…

Edward immediately raised his hands up and hurriedly said, “No, no! It’s nothing like that! What I want is-”

“I’m not bringing you along either for the job,” Batman said, cutting him off once more. For some reason, Edward seemed obsessed with tagging along on missions at times. Batman couldn’t tell if the man was simply bored or if he was just wanting to study Batman’s methods so he could use them against him but-

Riddler’s face was red as a tomato at this point from frustration and anger. Fists clenched, he snapped, “If you would shut your trap for a second, then you would find out I don’t want that either. Geez… and you people say I have the blabbermouth…”

Batman was already wanting to leave, but he had to admit, he was curious on just what Riddler was wanting now. Riddler hadn’t been causing any trouble since his release from Arkham… at least none that Batman could beat him up and throw him back for… but perhaps Riddler giving him an idea of what he wanted, then he could get an angle on him and what he was planning. So, forcing himself to stay grounded, he said, “So what is it exactly that you’re wanting then, Edward?”

Edward’s face morphed from an expression of frustration to a grin of excitement that was so intense that Batman couldn’t help but feel somewhat disconcerted. What did the scrawny rat want? Raising a gloved index finger up, Edward declared, “What I want Dark Knight in return for my services is… a kiss.”

Batman couldn’t say he found himself struck speechless all that often… but that had certainly did it. Part of him wondered if what he had heard was even real. He discreetly pinched himself on the leg to confirm with himself that he was indeed awake and this was not some weird, surreal dream. Edward was still there clearly feeding on his reaction smugly and he did not awaken.

He always had somewhat of an inkling of an idea that Edward for some reason harbored some feelings for him. He wasn’t blind. As mentioned before, the man seemed to be making extra efforts to tag along on missions. When he wasn’t doing that and Edward was doing his usual habit of causing trouble, Batman noticed that the man seemed trying harder to impress him in a way… as if seeking approval in a way. He supposed that was better than Edward trying to squash him with a giant compressor or something. Even when they had confrontations, he saw Edward attempt to be more chatty than usual.

And he still refused to bring up the time Edward had used his riddles and traps to wine and dine him.

He had seen all the signs beforehand, but they had all been subtle enough to easily disregard. He never expected Edward to go the full on blatant route. Batman kept hoping for Edward to start laughing and reveal that this had all been one big joke and say what he really wanted… but the man was showing no signs of it being one.

Maybe this was an elaborate trap. Maybe Pamela Isley and Edward had teamed up and she gave him a lip balm full of mind-control particles and…

Okay, even he knew he was stretching there.

At worst, he could see Riddler doing this to humiliate him in front of the Rogues Gallery or Gotham or something… but even that was slim seeing as he knew Edward would much prefer to do that in an intellectual manner instead. Plus, if he was the one being kissed, he would get just as much backlash and reaction so he didn’t see how this would benefit him that much at all. Even if Edward simply spread it around… who would believe him? Certainly not the citizens of Gotham who saw him as a looney… and certainly not the rogues who probably had seen Edward get punched around by him plenty of times.

So for right now, he could only assume Edward was being honest with what he wanted.

Why did such things have to happen to him?

“Oh come on Dark Knight, you’re not going to really deny practically free information that can save the lives of thousands just because you have to kiss little ol’ me, right?” Edward crooned, clearly enjoying seeing him squirm. Batman’s jaw clenched. Much as he hated to admit it, Edward had a point and if that is what it took.

“Fine. Deal. But you give me the information first and only AFTER I find Quinzel and capture her will I… do that.”

“Oh wow… no fun, I see… but fine. So long as you keep to your promise. You should have your information by tomorrow.” Edward said, holding out his hand, grin still plastered on his face.

Batman grudgingly shook it, wondering if he just unknowingly stepped into something more.

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michellelewis7162 · 6 years ago

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When you have a list of potential firm's there are a number of key elements you ought to be trying to find to recognize the most trustworthy building administration firm. A lot of these aspects form the basic principles of building administration services and any type of company that can not supply these fundamentals need to not be thought about as a respectable business.

- Does the advertising and marketing consist of geographical location, local features as well as complete review of buildings?

- Do they provide a complete testing process of prospective tenants? Credit rating checks, work referrals, previous landlord references as well as entry of a totally detailed application.

What to try to find next?

If the solution to the above inquiries are satisfactory to you then you require to take into consideration the everyday administration and bookkeeping elements. Any trusted home administration company will certainly provide the adhering to solutions:

- Security Deposit acquired prior to the tenancy of a new renter.

- Collection of monthly rent.

- Inspections of the residential property in the move-in, move-out phases of a renter.

- Total management of tenant settlement defaults and debt recovery if required.

- Manage ask for residential or commercial property maintenance from proprietors as well as tenants.

- Complaint administration.

- Resolution of lessee conflicts.

- Management of expulsion notifications where needed, based on present laws.

- Property enhancement monitoring.

- Deposit as well as services costs directly moved to your financial institution account.

- Management of maintenance payments or various other settlements to suppliers.

What else to try to find?

Seek a firm that supplies comprehensive interaction, good coverage and also monitoring systems and will provide a monthly comprehensive declaration concerning the services. The declaration should include accountancy as well as invoicing details that will include the present rental equilibrium to be deposited directly to your bank account.

Where to start searching for Property Management Services?

The Internet is presently one of the most preferred and also most convenient technique to carry out searches to locate a credible home monitoring firm, with directories covering most cities and areas throughout the United States and also Canada. For instance, if your property is located in the city of Edmonton you will discover a reasonable variety of services using property administration services, including REMAX Excellence, The Rental Advisors Team.

Home is a life time financial investment as well as it gives us long-lasting advantages. If taken care of effectively maybe a really excellent resource of income. And otherwise, things can get worse, from lawsuits to upset consumers knocking on our doors. A lot of us do not recognize the strategies and also methods to handle property effectively in order to generate maximum profits from it. In addition, the majority of our buildings are situated miles far from where we live, as a result, making it more tough for us to care for effectively. These problems must be resolved in order to enjoy optimum benefits out of your financial investment.

Therefore, residential or commercial property management firms are our last hope. These business, on our behalf handle our home and utilize it to generate optimum revenue from it. Therefore, it is important for us to understand which property monitoring company is best for us. If we do some research prior to choosing the ideal residential or commercial property business, we can stay clear of headaches and also ultimately save lots of cash too. There are a lot of business out there. Every one declares to provide you the greatest returns at minimal prices, nevertheless, not all of them are straightforward in their pledges. You require to check out the three suggestions highlighted listed below to get a concept on which business is best fit for your needs.

Online reputation

Firm goodwill speaks for itself. Visit the regional people, take feedback from their customers, review their job and established a conference with the company personnel to obtain to understand them. If the local people offer you the green signal regarding the firm, after that it's a positive signal for you to join.

Efficiency

When you go to the residential property administration business, review their contracts in detail, seek whether they consistently examine your home, take obligation for achieving particular milestones and also are they accountable for locating renters? An agreement that is based on performance-based standards is in information as well as specific a healthy indicator for the investment.

Residential Property Management Fee

Another important factor to consider is the administration cost the firm is going to bill you. Different companies have different rates ranging from 5% to 12% of the regular monthly lease of the residential property. Nevertheless, these rates can be in some cases deceiving in nature as well. A low rate does not suggest that the company is refraining well and also they are just quoting reduced prices to bring in consumers, neither does a high price programs that you will not be getting frustrations afterwards. It is best encouraged not to base your decision solely on the cost rate. If the administration business has a great online reputation and also appreciates its clients' self-confidence then the monitoring cost doesn't matter much for them.

With the above factors in your mind it will certainly be much simpler for you to handle your building. Property occasionally involves complicated legal concerns which might be ideal stayed clear of if we take the help of management business. Besides we have our task and family to look after as well, and hence, it is suggested to work with administration company services. If you pick them carefully, no doubt the advantages are long-lasting.

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