[ Peter watches the woman's progress, from one side of the room to the other, and thank god Gamora asks what they're both thinking.

The answer, however, is hardly satisfactory, and Peter grumbles out, ]

Oh, okay. That's not foreboding at all.

[ But it won't help, getting snippy with the nurse, and he huffs out a breath. ]

But we're not, like. Contagious? Neither of us is gonna sneeze and cause some sort of epidemic?