[ For good or for ill, Gamora doesn't tend to take Peter at his word often. Most of the time, she's content to let it go – small lies (about chores) or suspicious but seemingly harmless behavior (like how odd he'd been with his "research" leading up to Christmas). But with her rings, Gamora had been more willing to believe he had nothing to do with their misplacement, because she had no idea what he'd be doing with them. It had been strange, but innocuous enough that she let it slide.
However, even with the holiday, even with Peter's "research," she wouldn't have anticipated the gift she finds waiting for her on the actual day.
The flowers? Beyond perfect. She sees them first on the kitchen table, and as she steps up to examine them, there's no restraining the sweet, warm smile that spreads across her face. Some of the flowers are unfamiliar, others she'd seen in the garden, but she's almost startled by the roses, thorns and all – if only because she herself can barely remember telling Peter she liked them. The fact that he'd committed something like that to memory after months was... touching. The entire bouquet is, too, and she finds herself admiring it for perhaps longer than necessary.
And then she finds the rings.
The plain silver bands are similar to the ones she most often wears, and the delicate curling designs are exactly the sort of subtle she enjoys. But the other two have her attention fully. She would never pick them for herself, if she's honest. In many ways, Gamora can be utilitarian in her choices – simple, functional, adhering to her own sense of fashion – but these? She loves them.
After a glance at the note, she's still smiling as she trades her normal rings for the new ones. She'll still be wearing them as she waits for Peter to get home for the night, with food and travel cups of hot chocolate for them both in the fridge.
Of course, as soon as she hears his key in the door, she'll be getting up to greet him with a kiss.
actually here; after gamora gets the rings what a nerd
However, even with the holiday, even with Peter's "research," she wouldn't have anticipated the gift she finds waiting for her on the actual day.
The flowers? Beyond perfect. She sees them first on the kitchen table, and as she steps up to examine them, there's no restraining the sweet, warm smile that spreads across her face. Some of the flowers are unfamiliar, others she'd seen in the garden, but she's almost startled by the roses, thorns and all – if only because she herself can barely remember telling Peter she liked them. The fact that he'd committed something like that to memory after months was... touching. The entire bouquet is, too, and she finds herself admiring it for perhaps longer than necessary.
And then she finds the rings.
The plain silver bands are similar to the ones she most often wears, and the delicate curling designs are exactly the sort of subtle she enjoys. But the other two have her attention fully. She would never pick them for herself, if she's honest. In many ways, Gamora can be utilitarian in her choices – simple, functional, adhering to her own sense of fashion – but these? She loves them.
After a glance at the note, she's still smiling as she trades her normal rings for the new ones. She'll still be wearing them as she waits for Peter to get home for the night, with food and travel cups of hot chocolate for them both in the fridge.
Of course, as soon as she hears his key in the door, she'll be getting up to greet him with a kiss.
Her version of an appropriate "thank you." ]