[ He sags a little, sighing with relief, head dropping with it. ]
Okay.
[ Breathed out quietly. He never planned no sharing this with anyone, because—
The Ravagers made fun of him for it. Ridiculed him mercilessly for weeks after it had happened. Peter knows the Guardians are not the Ravagers, but they share a few qualities, Peter has to admit, chief among them that love of (good-natured, usually) mockery.
And maybe the guys backed off of it more easily than the Ravagers ever did, but that initial burst of ruthless teasing until someone inevitably crossed a line, or until someone snapped – that’s what Peter wants to avoid in the first place. And a fear of small spaces? That’s bound to seem hilarious, it’s bound to seem pitiful, and it’s bad enough Peter’s already the weak link in all of this.
And it’s even worse that Gamora knows about this, and,god, this is mortifying. Like those dreams where you’re suddenly naked while giving a speech to a room full of people, or where you come to school only to realize you’re not wearing any pants.
Except this is real, and— Jesus, he can barely look at her, humiliating as this all is. ]
Can we just... [ And his voice cracks a little, but he clears his throat and forges on. ] Can we just forget this ever happened?
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Okay.
[ Breathed out quietly. He never planned no sharing this with anyone, because—
The Ravagers made fun of him for it. Ridiculed him mercilessly for weeks after it had happened. Peter knows the Guardians are not the Ravagers, but they share a few qualities, Peter has to admit, chief among them that love of (good-natured, usually) mockery.
And maybe the guys backed off of it more easily than the Ravagers ever did, but that initial burst of ruthless teasing until someone inevitably crossed a line, or until someone snapped – that’s what Peter wants to avoid in the first place. And a fear of small spaces? That’s bound to seem hilarious, it’s bound to seem pitiful, and it’s bad enough Peter’s already the weak link in all of this.
And it’s even worse that Gamora knows about this, and,god, this is mortifying. Like those dreams where you’re suddenly naked while giving a speech to a room full of people, or where you come to school only to realize you’re not wearing any pants.
Except this is real, and— Jesus, he can barely look at her, humiliating as this all is. ]
Can we just... [ And his voice cracks a little, but he clears his throat and forges on. ] Can we just forget this ever happened?