[ It's lucky as hell that they're facing down a bunch of thugs, he thinks. Peter knows Gamora can handle herself, knows all too well how lethal she can be, and he has confidence she'll see this through.
As she's distracting them, Peter waits for his moment, waits for the asshole with the plasma cannon to move out of cover to make his shot. The cannon whirs to life, inner mechanisms spinning as the shot charges, glowing an angry red, and Peter fires. A blast of electricity to make him seize; a blast of sparking plasma at the asshole's hands to make him drop the weapon. A final shot of both straight into his head to drop him.
After that, it's a matter of picking off the rest. Peter moves out of cover, moving forward to help with the couple of dickwads remaining. ]
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As she's distracting them, Peter waits for his moment, waits for the asshole with the plasma cannon to move out of cover to make his shot. The cannon whirs to life, inner mechanisms spinning as the shot charges, glowing an angry red, and Peter fires. A blast of electricity to make him seize; a blast of sparking plasma at the asshole's hands to make him drop the weapon. A final shot of both straight into his head to drop him.
After that, it's a matter of picking off the rest. Peter moves out of cover, moving forward to help with the couple of dickwads remaining. ]