[ That's not the answer she expected, if only because it's a question for her question. A quiet part of her wonders what Peter would do if she said "yes," if she was going to follow through with her father's expectations before Peter introduces her to a potential way out. She wonders if that would be the catalyst to solidify the reality of what Gamora is, what she does. It must seem unsubstantial when Peter hasn't seen the results of her work or had a concrete example of the weapon that she is.
She wonders if whatever empathy he still has for her only exists because he hasn't fully grasped what she's done.
She wonders how far that kindness extends for someone like her.
She could lie to him and promise that she won't, that the meeting with Yondu has guaranteed she'll leave Thanos behind. But if the meeting doesn't go well or Yondu can't help her—
Gamora is right back at square one.
"Yes," is at the tip of her tongue, because part of her thinks that might remind Peter of who he's dealing with and the ugly truth of her life. A hollow voice at the back of her mind (that somehow sounds like her father's voice) echos with derision:
He doesn't realize who you are. He doesn't understand what you've done.
But the real answer: ]
I wouldn't have the chance tonight.
[ His security will be on high alert after her mistakes the night before – and her wound is fresh enough that she probably wouldn't be as capable as she would have to be to manage something stealthy. ]
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She wonders if whatever empathy he still has for her only exists because he hasn't fully grasped what she's done.
She wonders how far that kindness extends for someone like her.
She could lie to him and promise that she won't, that the meeting with Yondu has guaranteed she'll leave Thanos behind. But if the meeting doesn't go well or Yondu can't help her—
Gamora is right back at square one.
"Yes," is at the tip of her tongue, because part of her thinks that might remind Peter of who he's dealing with and the ugly truth of her life. A hollow voice at the back of her mind (that somehow sounds like her father's voice) echos with derision:
He doesn't realize who you are. He doesn't understand what you've done.
But the real answer: ]
I wouldn't have the chance tonight.
[ His security will be on high alert after her mistakes the night before – and her wound is fresh enough that she probably wouldn't be as capable as she would have to be to manage something stealthy. ]