[ It’s still a struggle, fighting against the instinct to pull back and keep his distance, and he’s battling that cautious voice in his head as much as he’s fighting Gamora. It seems it’s a losing battle.
He sees the punch coming as she swings, and there’s the vaguest bit of wrongness to it, a inelegance to the move that strikes him, though he doesn’t have time to examine it. Instead, Peter ducks under the swipe, dodging to one side, and with blink’s worth of hesitation, he moves. Instead of reeling back as he had been, he forces himself to press forward to aim a punch or at Gamora’s exposed side, before dancing back and putting that space between them again. ]
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He sees the punch coming as she swings, and there’s the vaguest bit of wrongness to it, a inelegance to the move that strikes him, though he doesn’t have time to examine it. Instead, Peter ducks under the swipe, dodging to one side, and with blink’s worth of hesitation, he moves. Instead of reeling back as he had been, he forces himself to press forward to aim a punch or at Gamora’s exposed side, before dancing back and putting that space between them again. ]