[ Peter is seething as they leave, cheeks red with embarrassment and anger. He ignores the jeering looks his old teammates cast them as they make their way out, keeping his gaze focused on the exit.
He only relaxes once the door swings shut behind them. The bouncer glances at them, indifferent, before returning to the bright screen of his phone.
Furious as he is, he still notices the way Gamora slows – not quite swaying, but something close – and he carefully wraps an arm around her waist, his other hand taking hold of her elbow to help support her. ]
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He only relaxes once the door swings shut behind them. The bouncer glances at them, indifferent, before returning to the bright screen of his phone.
Furious as he is, he still notices the way Gamora slows – not quite swaying, but something close – and he carefully wraps an arm around her waist, his other hand taking hold of her elbow to help support her. ]
Hey, just relax. Take it easy.