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Assassin and a Killer >> Gamora X Drax

Title: Assassin and a Killer

Paring: Gamora, daughter of Thanos X Drax the Destroyer

Warnings: mentions of violence, situated in a space prison.

Spoilers: Watch Guardians of the Galaxy, and then you're set.

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She could see him watching her. Wherever she moved, she felt his eyes almost trailing over her, inspecting her, judging her at first sight.

Gamora didn't mind, or take much notice of it.

She was a green-skinned woman with purple hair and a knack for the art of assassination. She was used to being observed. Heck, sometimes she even observed.

The inmates of the prison jeered at her, making Gamora wish she hadn't gotten into the mess with Quill and the semi-talking tree and his raccoon back on that planet. She also wished they - the inmates - wouldn't touch her so much. Use the insults that she knew all too well about.

"Good girl, good girl you are," one with lizard eyes purred, his tongue darting out of his lips. "Always doing work for others. Following your daddy's orders."

Gamora kept silent. She wouldn't let them get to her.

She gave a glance from the confinement of male attention she was smothered by and found he was still staring at her.

"She's not interested in you," another of the lower life forms laughed, "she's into Drax. The destroyer."

Gamora wanted to know more of who Drax was, if he was psychotic like the imbeciles she was drowning from lack of personal space in the presence of the clingy men, maybe a backstory.

But to show she was strong - she was, yes, tenfold of whoever she was matched to fight against - she needed to be void of all emotions and reactions.

It was very difficult to do all of that with the hands of ten or so many men on her body, moving and touching what they wished.

"Leave her be," a voice boomed.

Gamora kept her eyes downcast, grateful and upset that someone had come and saved her from the torment no longer.

The men all retreated.

"You, you look like a harlot," she glanced up at his remark - just because of her profession as a mercenary wasn't that of the norm of her gender, it didn't make her a sex worker - and saw who it was.

Drax.

He was taller than she'd imagine he'd be - whenever Gamora had seen him, he'd never be standing - and his scar-liking red designs that were almost etched over his body were much more red.

For a sudden she wanted to slap his face for such a remark, but she reminded herself no, she needed to remain composed and silent. Best to shock any opponent with her skills.

"How does my appearance have to do with that line of work?" she asked him, almost politely. "I'm fully clothed. My hair is tied back."

She wanted to continue, but the guards of the prison were ordering them to all clamber into their cells.

"You work for Ronan, his little mercenary," Drax elaborated. "You are at his beck and call."

Gamora gave a wry smile and rolled her eyes mentally. "Just because I have a boss doesn't mean that I like him," she nodded, and retreated to her cell, only to have the maggot-like swarm of male inmates flock to her once more to verbally torment her.