[ The way back to the ship is— weirdly tense, if only to Peter. He's not sure why he's getting that impression, falling into an easy back and forth with Kraglin. Peter may be Kraglin's captain, now, but Kraglin will always be something like Peter's shitty older brother, and the two of them tease and dig at each other. Kraglin punches him in the arm, and Peter gets the guy into a headlock for his troubles, and all the while Rocket rolls his eyes and grumbles, "Ravagers."
Eventually their rowdiness dies down once they're aboard the Milano, and Peter slips into his customary seat at the helm. Peter feels his skin itching – that telltale sign that he's being watched. He stiffens a little, glancing around, and—
He catches Gamora's gaze, blinking at the way her eyes bore into him. His lips part to ask, "What's wrong?" but her gaze darts away. And, okay, probably not the best idea to call her out in front of the rest of the crew, so he lets it slide, trusting that if something was wrong, she'd come to him.
Hopefully, anyway.
They dock the ship in the Quadrant's hangar, and everyone files off in search of their own methods of decompressing.
Well, everyone but Gamora, who remains in her usual seat, and Peter lets out a breath, standing from his seat. ]
Hey.
[ Softly, trying not to startle her too badly out of whatever reverie she's caught in. ]
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Eventually their rowdiness dies down once they're aboard the Milano, and Peter slips into his customary seat at the helm. Peter feels his skin itching – that telltale sign that he's being watched. He stiffens a little, glancing around, and—
He catches Gamora's gaze, blinking at the way her eyes bore into him. His lips part to ask, "What's wrong?" but her gaze darts away. And, okay, probably not the best idea to call her out in front of the rest of the crew, so he lets it slide, trusting that if something was wrong, she'd come to him.
Hopefully, anyway.
They dock the ship in the Quadrant's hangar, and everyone files off in search of their own methods of decompressing.
Well, everyone but Gamora, who remains in her usual seat, and Peter lets out a breath, standing from his seat. ]
Hey.
[ Softly, trying not to startle her too badly out of whatever reverie she's caught in. ]
You alright?