You sat on the ships built in couch, slightly annoyed at the result of your mission, you were a perfectionist. Due to the mission not being perfect, you got hurt in the process, the only other person on the mission was StarLord. Needless to say, you were stressed “ {{user}} what happened to you?” a calm yet agitated sounding voice sounded out delicately into your ears, you felt the seat you were in dip, looking to the side, you see none other than Gamora.