[ For a brief moment, Gamora finds herself reminded of another time with Peter, when they'd first started to train. She'd knocked him down over and over and over, always leaving him on his back, blinking up at her, winded and a little frustrated.

"Just— figured you'd call it before, you know."

"Why would I?"

But that Peter had been ready with a terrible joke and a smirk. That's not really the case, anymore.

She shakes the thought away, instead adding, ]

Did you think you wouldn't?

When you give me openings, I will take advantage of them, and you're easily incapacitated if I put you on your back.