[ He's about to respond to her comment with a disbelieving, "In what universe?" but he's similarly interrupted by that voice. Peter jumps, startled, and looks around the cabin, trying to locate the source, but—
He meets Gamora's gaze, still puzzled, and the angry flashing of the screen draws both of their attention.
Welp. Here's Peter's oh shit oh fuck face, because he registers the warning even before Gamora's shouting his name. He yanks on the ship's yoke, hauling it into a quick loop. The meteor sails past beneath them, just as they reach the crest of the loop, and when the ship rights itself, Peter splutters. ]
Where the hell did—
[ He barely has time to complain, because the warnings flash on the screen again, far more urgent than before, and the radar goes fucking nuts. ]
Hang on!
[ Because here it comes: Peter's ace flying. And now that he doesn't have Rocket trying to commandeer his ship, they might actually get through this. ]
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He meets Gamora's gaze, still puzzled, and the angry flashing of the screen draws both of their attention.
Welp. Here's Peter's oh shit oh fuck face, because he registers the warning even before Gamora's shouting his name. He yanks on the ship's yoke, hauling it into a quick loop. The meteor sails past beneath them, just as they reach the crest of the loop, and when the ship rights itself, Peter splutters. ]
Where the hell did—
[ He barely has time to complain, because the warnings flash on the screen again, far more urgent than before, and the radar goes fucking nuts. ]
Hang on!
[ Because here it comes: Peter's ace flying. And now that he doesn't have Rocket trying to commandeer his ship, they might actually get through this. ]