[ The Arrow isn’t anything special. Gamora has seen more than her fair share of seedy clubs, and this one feels like any of the number of sleazy places she’s ducked in and out of for various jobs. For all that Peter has had to accompany her to the more upstanding sort of events, Gamora has spent plenty of nights slumming around these joints when work called for it.
She does, however, quickly find herself wishing she’d thought to bring a change of clothes.
Hindsight.
Despite her injury and her exhaustion, she watches the floor with shrewd eyes, the practiced alertness that’s come with years of training. It’s that same training that makes the instinct subtle, instead of that conspicuous peering around that might turn heads. She stops up short when someone steps into their path, and she sizes up the drunk man quickly – immediately disregarding his threat, despite his belligerence.
Peter seems to unwittingly try to herd Gamora back, clear of this “Halfnut,” but as soon as the man’s fists close in Peter’s shirt, Gamora takes a short step to the side, and her hand snaps out – quick as lightning. Her fingers immediately find the pressure points in Halfnut’s wrist, and she squeezes with the kind of pressure that threatens a break with the wrong move. ]
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She does, however, quickly find herself wishing she’d thought to bring a change of clothes.
Hindsight.
Despite her injury and her exhaustion, she watches the floor with shrewd eyes, the practiced alertness that’s come with years of training. It’s that same training that makes the instinct subtle, instead of that conspicuous peering around that might turn heads. She stops up short when someone steps into their path, and she sizes up the drunk man quickly – immediately disregarding his threat, despite his belligerence.
Peter seems to unwittingly try to herd Gamora back, clear of this “Halfnut,” but as soon as the man’s fists close in Peter’s shirt, Gamora takes a short step to the side, and her hand snaps out – quick as lightning. Her fingers immediately find the pressure points in Halfnut’s wrist, and she squeezes with the kind of pressure that threatens a break with the wrong move. ]
Let go of him.
Now.