[ He cuts her a low-level glare from where he lies on the floor. ]

I’m starting to get the distinct impression that you only want an excuse to kick my ass.

[ And he should probably be more bothered with that revelation, but instead, it comes out blandly, like he’s mentioning the weather.

Peter knows that Gamora’s trying to help, in her way, even if it means she gets to beat the tar out of him. Probably a win-win for her, in that case. Slap around the captain under the guise of training him. Personally, Peter can think of a whole lot of other, better options for stress relief, but decides not to give them voice.

Still, he kind of appreciates what she’s going for, even if a large part of him balks at how much time this will surely take. Diligence isn’t exactly a characteristic he’s known for, after all. But it helps that it’s Gamora offering to help, Gamora that’s pushing him, because part of him thinks she wouldn’t bother, if she thought it was a lost cause. He has no idea what it is that makes her believe he might be worth the trouble, but it’s a fact that he latches onto, all the same.

He knows his answer, but he still flops back onto the mats, exhaling an aggravated sigh. ]

How ‘bout you let me wait till tomorrow to decide? Assuming I’m not too sore to even breathe.