[ Gamora's eyes stay fixed on Peter, like she can analyze every small movement, the set in his shoulders, the lines in his face.
She doesn't know how to— trust this, how to believe what he's trying to tell her. Because she wants to, and that's the strangest part of this. Months ago, when she first ended up in this timeline, she would have walked out, no matter what Peter tried to say to her. She wouldn't have even entertained listening to him or staying for an explanation.
The first slip probably would have been more than enough.
Her gaze is unwavering and steady, but present.
After another moment of hesitation, ]
What do you want from me, Peter?
[ There's nothing exasperated or accusatory; she's genuinely asking. ]
no subject
She doesn't know how to— trust this, how to believe what he's trying to tell her. Because she wants to, and that's the strangest part of this. Months ago, when she first ended up in this timeline, she would have walked out, no matter what Peter tried to say to her. She wouldn't have even entertained listening to him or staying for an explanation.
The first slip probably would have been more than enough.
Her gaze is unwavering and steady, but present.
After another moment of hesitation, ]
What do you want from me, Peter?
[ There's nothing exasperated or accusatory; she's genuinely asking. ]