[ He doesn't regret the answer he gave, but part of him is still a little sorry for it.
He knows how Gamora feels about doing this shit – the fancy parties and rubbing elbows with the elite – and knows that she isn't trying to murder Ramirez for the fun of it. Her hand is being forced, even if they're trying to take steps to pull her out of it, but—
Peter's got a good poker face, sure. He can lie through his teeth and smile while he's doing it, but no one ended up dead at the end of it.
At her question, he hesitates. He can hear the deliberate coolness in her voice, subtle as it is, and something in his stomach twists. That familiar protectiveness spikes in his gut again, and he runs his tongue over his teeth.
no subject
He knows how Gamora feels about doing this shit – the fancy parties and rubbing elbows with the elite – and knows that she isn't trying to murder Ramirez for the fun of it. Her hand is being forced, even if they're trying to take steps to pull her out of it, but—
Peter's got a good poker face, sure. He can lie through his teeth and smile while he's doing it, but no one ended up dead at the end of it.
At her question, he hesitates. He can hear the deliberate coolness in her voice, subtle as it is, and something in his stomach twists. That familiar protectiveness spikes in his gut again, and he runs his tongue over his teeth.
Quietly, ]
Are you gonna kill him?