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*Gamora wasn't used to people caring about how she felt. She was always meant to be perfect, even when she was literally falling to pieces on the inside. She was only worth her output and how it benefitted Thanos and others around her. Nobody was ever kind to her just because. However, things were different now. She looked at the potted plant on her bedside table. Peter found green flowers with pink on the tips of the petals last time he was out grocery shopping and he said they reminded him of her. This act of kindness was second nature to him, but to her, it was everything. She smiled to herself. How did she ever get to be so lucky?