Peter can tell she’s just. Trying to intimidate him. Trying to make him nervous. Trying to win, because one of the endearing little things he’s learned is that Gamora has a competitive streak a mile wide. And as much he wants to surrender to that temptation to fidget, to look at anything but her, he forces himself to keep her gaze, forces his hands into stillness.
For as often as he loses (and he loses a lot), Peter has a bit of competitiveness to him, too.
She tugs him down to about eye level, and part of him thinks that maybe he should wear ties more often, if this is how it’s going to turn out. (Because a part of him is kind of, like, a little turned on—?) And—
Music, echoing softly through the halls. The adrenaline winding down from the earlier fight. Gamora standing in front of him, eyes piercing and determined in that way he’s always kind of admired (and kind of really liked), only a few inches of space between them. Man, she looks gorgeous – she always looks gorgeous, but tonight he had the benefit of her hanging onto his arm, pressing in close, dancing with him, and—
It's been a good night, all things considered. One of the better ones, since the bullshit in the market. And if he’s honest, if he’s really honest, that mess had shaken him a little. Learning just how damned close he got to actually (seriously, for real) dying, having a blank space in his head where those moments should have been, had scared him a little. (A lot.) The shit with the Infinity Stone had been scary, sure, but it was the unreal sort of scary, the when will this ever happen again? sort of scary. Being gutshot in the middle of a market? Bleeding out?
That’s an everyday sort of scary. The this probably won’t be the last time sort of scary that’s rattled him, though he’d never say as much. Kind of helps put things in perspective, he guesses. Kind of helps to make him think just how much he regrets.
Oh, what the hell? he thinks, slowly closing the distance between them. ]
It's all yours.
[ On a low sort of rumble. And he figures if she kills him, he’ll at least die satisfied.
Peter leans in close, takes his time, gives her a chance to back away (to give up), and when she doesn’t move, the corner of his mouth twitches a little in a small smile. A bare breath between them, and Peter thinks, Holy shit, this is really happening, and— ]
Mr. Space-Lord?
[ A voice shouts from down the hall. Peter jerks back, startled, though with Gamora’s hand still gripping his tie, he doesn’t go as far as he means to. ]
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Peter can tell she’s just. Trying to intimidate him. Trying to make him nervous. Trying to win, because one of the endearing little things he’s learned is that Gamora has a competitive streak a mile wide. And as much he wants to surrender to that temptation to fidget, to look at anything but her, he forces himself to keep her gaze, forces his hands into stillness.
For as often as he loses (and he loses a lot), Peter has a bit of competitiveness to him, too.
She tugs him down to about eye level, and part of him thinks that maybe he should wear ties more often, if this is how it’s going to turn out. (Because a part of him is kind of, like, a little turned on—?) And—
Music, echoing softly through the halls. The adrenaline winding down from the earlier fight. Gamora standing in front of him, eyes piercing and determined in that way he’s always kind of admired (and kind of really liked), only a few inches of space between them. Man, she looks gorgeous – she always looks gorgeous, but tonight he had the benefit of her hanging onto his arm, pressing in close, dancing with him, and—
It's been a good night, all things considered. One of the better ones, since the bullshit in the market. And if he’s honest, if he’s really honest, that mess had shaken him a little. Learning just how damned close he got to actually (seriously, for real) dying, having a blank space in his head where those moments should have been, had scared him a little. (A lot.) The shit with the Infinity Stone had been scary, sure, but it was the unreal sort of scary, the when will this ever happen again? sort of scary. Being gutshot in the middle of a market? Bleeding out?
That’s an everyday sort of scary. The this probably won’t be the last time sort of scary that’s rattled him, though he’d never say as much. Kind of helps put things in perspective, he guesses. Kind of helps to make him think just how much he regrets.
Oh, what the hell? he thinks, slowly closing the distance between them. ]
It's all yours.
[ On a low sort of rumble. And he figures if she kills him, he’ll at least die satisfied.
Peter leans in close, takes his time, gives her a chance to back away (to give up), and when she doesn’t move, the corner of his mouth twitches a little in a small smile. A bare breath between them, and Peter thinks, Holy shit, this is really happening, and— ]
Mr. Space-Lord?
[ A voice shouts from down the hall. Peter jerks back, startled, though with Gamora’s hand still gripping his tie, he doesn’t go as far as he means to. ]