Of course you would! You're Adam Warlock. ( That's what's so endlessly frustrating about the situation. Why she wants to strangle him until he gets some sense of self preservation knocked into him or until she has the satisfaction of getting her anger out. Because it's one of the things that makes him inexplicably, completely Adam Warlock. And try as she might she can't find it within herself to hate him for it. What she can find is plenty of self-loathing for the fact she can't hate him for it, however. But that's always been there, and Gamora hardly thinks twice about it anymore. ) The moment you don't die for the greater good is the moment I know you're not you.

( You're not the same. And he's not - but he still is, in all the ways that really count. But she doesn't want to go there, they don't talk about this - haven't even brushed the top of the mess that's underneath. Gamora's not about to start, however, so she throws her hands up in the air and turns away.

The silence is almost beginning to stretch into uncomfortable territory when she speaks again. )

You begged him to shoot you. Except that it wasn't you, it was the Magus.