[ Gamora catches herself on Peter's arms, wincing against the way her head just spins with the sudden rush of heat. ]
Damn it.
[ Though her voice is more of a growl as she reaches up to steady herself, one hand on Peter's arm still, the other brushing against the exposed skin at the collar of his shirt as she grips his shoulder. There's— something when she makes contact, something brief and warm all over again, though it seems there and gone again in an instant. ]
I'm— fine. It just caught me off guard.
[ "Fine," she says, despite how intense the temperature difference is between her and Peter now with the fever. ]
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Damn it.
[ Though her voice is more of a growl as she reaches up to steady herself, one hand on Peter's arm still, the other brushing against the exposed skin at the collar of his shirt as she grips his shoulder. There's— something when she makes contact, something brief and warm all over again, though it seems there and gone again in an instant. ]
I'm— fine. It just caught me off guard.
[ "Fine," she says, despite how intense the temperature difference is between her and Peter now with the fever. ]