[It's the familiar warmth of his hand as hers settles within his own. That unspoken thing that had been between them since the beginning, even if Gamora had not understood it or acknowledged it, that had flourished into something deeper, meaningful, one of a kind.
Her fingers twitch a little as his grip slips away, and there is a small snort at his choice of words. When it comes to such things like dancing, Peter would always lead. Heck, he tended to lead in most things, even if Gamora would rather give his ass a kick for doing so. Yet, he does have a way of making the impossible possible. She'd admired that about him.]
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Her fingers twitch a little as his grip slips away, and there is a small snort at his choice of words. When it comes to such things like dancing, Peter would always lead. Heck, he tended to lead in most things, even if Gamora would rather give his ass a kick for doing so. Yet, he does have a way of making the impossible possible. She'd admired that about him.]
Or you can just walk with me, Peter.