[ When she moves, Peter glances up, watches her work her hand again. It still makes him wince, if only because he remembers how bad the break had been, how unnatural her arm had looked after the blow.

(Jesus, that second had terrified him. Because he honestly thought a hit as devastating as that would've left her vulnerable.

He feels a little guilty for his momentary lapse in judgement. He apparently forgot that Gamora is a certified fucking Badass. Capital B.) ]

That's very impressive and all, but— I still think you should give it till morning till you try to put yourself through your paces.