[ Gamora can't help how she bristles, braced for— what? Retaliation, latching onto a shred of weakness? But Peter doesn't look for an advantage, doesn't mock or deride her, which is why the tension eases back out of her shoulders.
She chews on how she wants to respond, warring with her instincts to treat this Peter like hers, but after another moment of hesitation, ]
I can teach you.
[ It's too late to take the offer back once she makes it, and she continues. ]
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She chews on how she wants to respond, warring with her instincts to treat this Peter like hers, but after another moment of hesitation, ]
I can teach you.
[ It's too late to take the offer back once she makes it, and she continues. ]
So you can show her when you return.