[ The breath flies from his lungs again – from the impact, from the press of her knee against his breastbone. He just knows his bruises are going to have bruises, and he looks up, intent on complaining.
Catches sight of Gamora again, staring down at him as her hair falls around her face.
Ah, he thinks. Deja vu.
He seems content to just lie there, for the moment, a hand rubbing at his bruised jaw. ]
Was that better? [ He tests the hinge of his jaw. No lasting damage, thank God. (Or maybe that's a bad thing, because that means he can still talk.) ] That didn't feel better.
[ Considering he's still ending up down here. Not that he can complain about the view. ]
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Catches sight of Gamora again, staring down at him as her hair falls around her face.
Ah, he thinks. Deja vu.
He seems content to just lie there, for the moment, a hand rubbing at his bruised jaw. ]
Was that better? [ He tests the hinge of his jaw. No lasting damage, thank God. (Or maybe that's a bad thing, because that means he can still talk.) ] That didn't feel better.
[ Considering he's still ending up down here. Not that he can complain about the view. ]