[ Gamora looks ready to protest, but Peter is already tugging off his undershirt.
She's getting too tired to keep arguing.
Instead, she nods, and just hooks her thumbs into her panties, pushing them down and allowing them to drop to the floor. She's obviously not about to start being shy around Peter now, considering how much he's seen of her already, but— it's different in this context. She gently peels the dressing away from her side, finally inspecting the damage she'd done. The stitches appear to have held, but the flesh that had been healing around them is slowly seeping blood – again, not much, but enough to have bled through the bandages over the course of the last 24 hours.
She discards the bandages in a small trashcan (reminding herself to toss the bag), before she glances back to Peter, stepping forward to test the water's temperature. ]
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She's getting too tired to keep arguing.
Instead, she nods, and just hooks her thumbs into her panties, pushing them down and allowing them to drop to the floor. She's obviously not about to start being shy around Peter now, considering how much he's seen of her already, but— it's different in this context. She gently peels the dressing away from her side, finally inspecting the damage she'd done. The stitches appear to have held, but the flesh that had been healing around them is slowly seeping blood – again, not much, but enough to have bled through the bandages over the course of the last 24 hours.
She discards the bandages in a small trashcan (reminding herself to toss the bag), before she glances back to Peter, stepping forward to test the water's temperature. ]