A cracked door only reminds her of what she's lost. Meredith would have swung the door all the way open. Peter would have run to her. Those are the old days. None of them can go back. She wipes her face with her jacket sleeve and heads towards it. Tactically it's a stupid move. That's how you get a bullet in your head. Gamora knows better than this. She also doesn't care. She rather die here than lose hope the boy who made her smile is lost forever.

She pushes open the door gently as she can and steps inside the room. Gamora only spares Peter a fleeting glance, eying his gun before shutting the door just as gently behind her. She'll give him all the power in the situation regardless of how stupid it is. He might actually have a shot of taking her in this state. It's a risk she's willing to take. Her heart aches with how wrong he looks with that gun, but she pushes past that. He let her in. That means something.

"Can I use your bathroom?" It almost sounds like a joke. How many times has she asked that question after coming over with a split lip or some other unexplained injury?