[ He studies her, taking in the details – the glassiness of her eyes, still, the flush in her skin, the agitation in her every move. And now, with the way her eyes are darkened, pupils blown wide, Peter feels worry ramping up into fear, starting to scrabble at the inside of his ribs for purchase.
The concern he's feeling is making him feel— weird, he thinks. Makes him feel jittery and agitated, and he needs to keep his head on. He forces it down, forces himself to stay calm, because that's how Gamora would treat a disaster like this. He takes a steadying breath, scrubbing his face with his hand.
He follows her direction, though, moving toward her with an undisguised frown. ]
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The concern he's feeling is making him feel— weird, he thinks. Makes him feel jittery and agitated, and he needs to keep his head on. He forces it down, forces himself to stay calm, because that's how Gamora would treat a disaster like this. He takes a steadying breath, scrubbing his face with his hand.
He follows her direction, though, moving toward her with an undisguised frown. ]
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