Five times Drax reaches out to her. And the one time she reaches back. A collection of interconnected drabbles that touch (very lightly) upon the possibility of Drax/Gamora. Established Starmora.

Drax, plus Gamora, plus a thousand-foot drop. Without the other Guardians there to act as a buffer, Gamora idly wonders what will kill her first: the cliff, the alien swarm, or the company of her exasperating, metaphorically-challenged teammate. Team-fic. No pairings, unless you squint.

"So... should we fire them?" "Probably." Nova Prime takes in the train wreck of colors, the haphazard editing marks, the blatant use of all-caps... and is that a stick figure of her in the margins? Team-fic, in which the Guardians write the best-worst mission report in the history of the Nova Corp. Established Starmora.

'Scientific terms are strange things. How cold and detached they are, words like "dissect" and "terminate". How crisp and clean-sounding, to cover up the horrible realities.' My take on Rocket's origin story. Movie-based.