[There's a small scrunching of her forehead with that laugh, but yes, okay. Perhaps it hadn't exactly been the best choice of words. She is more than capable and for the most part, Peter is as well. He may make some questionable decisions at times, but Gamora has learned that it is part of his charm.
She does draw to a halt though, glancing upwards at him as he stops there. There's that inquisitive gentleness on her face although the air around her also seems electric. As if she could be moved into action. It's not a fight or flight reaction. It's just- he had been a mark, someone to steal from, and Gamora had not planned for the encounter to be more than that. Get the orb. Get off planet. Get away from Thanos.
Then this Terran had fumbled and tripped his way into her life, with his outlandish sayings and idiotic plans. And... And it had worked. By the stars, what they had accomplished doesn't seem possible, and yet they had. A family. A place to belong. Home. They are not things that Gamora had ever thought to find, and life had been all the sweeter for it. She hadn't understood what it was that she was missing, until she had found it.
A small inhale when he uses the past tense, but no. Of course not... She doesn't like to be vulnerable, to be put in a position where she lacks power, where she doesn't know her footing. It makes her feel awkward and she hates that feeling. And stalling he might have been, and no poet he is, but it is from the heart. It is always from the heart with him, and it is one of the many things Gamora does love about him.]
You fool.
[It's that soft tone, tender. But he was and is her fool. Always. Just like her love for him. Always.
It's that half step into him, and while Gamora might not be the touchy feely type, not one to skip or stop to smell the flowers or generally invading other's personal spaces, it doesn't stop her from ducking her head against his chest or slipping her arms around his waist, from breathing in deeply and squeezing tightly.]
no subject
She does draw to a halt though, glancing upwards at him as he stops there. There's that inquisitive gentleness on her face although the air around her also seems electric. As if she could be moved into action. It's not a fight or flight reaction. It's just- he had been a mark, someone to steal from, and Gamora had not planned for the encounter to be more than that. Get the orb. Get off planet. Get away from Thanos.
Then this Terran had fumbled and tripped his way into her life, with his outlandish sayings and idiotic plans. And... And it had worked. By the stars, what they had accomplished doesn't seem possible, and yet they had. A family. A place to belong. Home. They are not things that Gamora had ever thought to find, and life had been all the sweeter for it. She hadn't understood what it was that she was missing, until she had found it.
A small inhale when he uses the past tense, but no. Of course not... She doesn't like to be vulnerable, to be put in a position where she lacks power, where she doesn't know her footing. It makes her feel awkward and she hates that feeling. And stalling he might have been, and no poet he is, but it is from the heart. It is always from the heart with him, and it is one of the many things Gamora does love about him.]
You fool.
[It's that soft tone, tender. But he was and is her fool. Always. Just like her love for him. Always.
It's that half step into him, and while Gamora might not be the touchy feely type, not one to skip or stop to smell the flowers or generally invading other's personal spaces, it doesn't stop her from ducking her head against his chest or slipping her arms around his waist, from breathing in deeply and squeezing tightly.]