[ Peter's shock is about level with Gamora's. He'd told her that the Walkman had been crushed. Destroyed. Beyond repair. But here it sits in this little box, with all its dings and scratches that she remembers for herself, that she'd seen in the months on the Milano with his treasured device.
She doesn't pull away when his hand settles over hers, and she helps to keep the capsule steady, to make sure it won't fall to the floor by accident. ]
They just brought it to me. I'm not certain if it's a replication or... something else.
[ But from what she can tell, it's his. ]
Everything still works.
[ She'd at least tested the Walkman and the first tape for herself (letting Elvin Bishop croon through the headphones), but the wrapped box is still where it's been since she received the capsule. ]
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She doesn't pull away when his hand settles over hers, and she helps to keep the capsule steady, to make sure it won't fall to the floor by accident. ]
They just brought it to me. I'm not certain if it's a replication or... something else.
[ But from what she can tell, it's his. ]
Everything still works.
[ She'd at least tested the Walkman and the first tape for herself (letting Elvin Bishop croon through the headphones), but the wrapped box is still where it's been since she received the capsule. ]