[ Even if she says it isn’t, it feels an awful lot like she is trying to let him down easy.
Peter and that dent in the bulkhead are becoming fast friends, it seems, and his gaze stays fixed on it as she speaks. It feels like rubbing salt on the wound. It feels like she’s just helping him dig a deeper hole. It feels like driving yet another nail through his already exposed heart. And god, he had let himself be so disgustingly open around her. He had practically flayed open his ribs and let her see straight to the core of him. He had let spill every closely guarded secret, every stupid little thought.
( “And what does happily ever after look like?”
“To me, it’s always looked an awful lot like you.”
Jesus Christ.)
But after everything, the least he can do is listen. God knows Gamora did an awful lot of that for him when his father had him brainwashed. ]
Different how?
[ And he asks it dully, like he’s not looking forward to the answer. “As friends,” she probably wants to say. “As teammates.” He can figure that out for himself. ]
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Peter and that dent in the bulkhead are becoming fast friends, it seems, and his gaze stays fixed on it as she speaks. It feels like rubbing salt on the wound. It feels like she’s just helping him dig a deeper hole. It feels like driving yet another nail through his already exposed heart. And god, he had let himself be so disgustingly open around her. He had practically flayed open his ribs and let her see straight to the core of him. He had let spill every closely guarded secret, every stupid little thought.
( “And what does happily ever after look like?”
“To me, it’s always looked an awful lot like you.”
Jesus Christ.)
But after everything, the least he can do is listen. God knows Gamora did an awful lot of that for him when his father had him brainwashed. ]
Different how?
[ And he asks it dully, like he’s not looking forward to the answer. “As friends,” she probably wants to say. “As teammates.” He can figure that out for himself. ]