[ That’s good enough for Gamora. Her eyes narrow as Yondu snaps at Peter, but like Peter, she keeps her mouth shut. As they’ve been dismissed, Gamora gives Yondu a polite nod, then turns on her heel to head for the stairs again. Her fingers brush over the back of Peter’s hand, before she takes the lead back downstairs and to the exit of the club.
Her side is throbbing angrily by now, and the threat of lightheadedness looms on the periphery of her awareness, but she’s determined to get back to the car. At least, that’s the case until she steps out into the chilly LA night, and all of the tension she’d been determinedly holding in her frame starts to go lax. Her pace slows, and some of the rigid set in her shoulders fades away.
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Her side is throbbing angrily by now, and the threat of lightheadedness looms on the periphery of her awareness, but she’s determined to get back to the car. At least, that’s the case until she steps out into the chilly LA night, and all of the tension she’d been determinedly holding in her frame starts to go lax. Her pace slows, and some of the rigid set in her shoulders fades away.
She’s exhausted. ]