[ His answering him is far more mild in comparison. Thanos is a fucking problem, absolutely, but he's got some distance on the whole thing.
Which isn't to say that he doesn't look forward to caving in the dude's face, when the chance arises. And it would be fair to say that Peter wants kick the guy's ass so bad that they wouldn't be able to tell him apart from raw hamburger.
But this is way more Gamora's call than his, as far as Thanos went, and he nods in response. ]
We can work with that.
If they don't have anything, though? You wanna stay up top?
[ She doesn't respond immediately, and even then, she can't offer a simple "yes" or "no." ]
... I want to keep us safe.
[ Since betraying Thanos in the first place, she's never had to face a situation where the imminent threat of her kidnapper laid within hypothetical reach. She hadn't had to actively come up with a contingency plan to keep the others alive.
It's funny: she doesn't think it's possible for Thanos to get ahold of the Infinity Stones now, so he isn't dangerous on such a large scale. But he's also one of the most invulnerable beings she's ever encountered, so if he had no means to pursue his greater goals of conquest and destruction, then it seems the only logical step for him would be...
[ He's silent for a second. It's a difficult topic, he knows, but they have options, now. Not great options, but options, nevertheless.
Play by the Natha's rules and stay within spitting distance of Thanos, asleep in his pod.
Or, loiter down here in Nadril, in whatever state the hidden city happens to be, and stay off the Natha's radar.
And if it were just up to Peter, he'd stay down here. He doesn't trust the Natha as far as he can throw them, and if this city is legit, if they really have the ability to hide themselves away from those assholes' watchful eyes, then Peter's already a fan. Even if he's not a fan of the cold.
He's always had a small preference for running.
But it's not up to him. It's a group decision. Hell, maybe it's just Gamora's decision, and they're just there to make the right one, so—
He clears his throat a little. Then, carefully, ]
I think... keeping tabs on him. Knowing what's going on with him.
[ Admittedly, Peter's careful offering catches her off guard. It's more proactive, more responsible.
(Less running.)
She nods, and though she doesn't relax entirely, some of the tension stiffening up her shoulders starts to ease out of her, letting her sink into Peter's side again. ]
[ And the answer escapes him on a quick exhale. He wraps his arms around her a little more firmly, as much as a bid for warmth as it is a small gesture of comfort.
This is, admittedly, one hell of a difficult subject to talk about, and if he were in her shoes? If he had a monster in his closet that had a very real chance of leaping out, wreaking havoc and trying to destroy everything he loved?
He's not entirely sure how he would react, but surely not with any of the aplomb that Gamora's exhibiting. ]
[ She turns her head to press her nose against his shoulder, taking a slower, deeper breath. ]
Thank you.
[ And those words are so rare from her (something she only offers when she means it), but this? It warrants real gratitude. She knows it means something more for Peter, hearing her say something like that, so...
[ And she's right, of course; voicing those particular thoughts aloud have a unique weight to them.
The word of thanks briefly catches him off-guard, if only because he so rarely ever heard it after he left Earth. It's something of an uphill climb, getting used to basic tenets of etiquette again.
He clears his throat a little awkwardly, his gaze skittering up to the roof of the igloo. ]
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Which isn't to say that he doesn't look forward to caving in the dude's face, when the chance arises. And it would be fair to say that Peter wants kick the guy's ass so bad that they wouldn't be able to tell him apart from raw hamburger.
But this is way more Gamora's call than his, as far as Thanos went, and he nods in response. ]
We can work with that.
If they don't have anything, though? You wanna stay up top?
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... I want to keep us safe.
[ Since betraying Thanos in the first place, she's never had to face a situation where the imminent threat of her kidnapper laid within hypothetical reach. She hadn't had to actively come up with a contingency plan to keep the others alive.
It's funny: she doesn't think it's possible for Thanos to get ahold of the Infinity Stones now, so he isn't dangerous on such a large scale. But he's also one of the most invulnerable beings she's ever encountered, so if he had no means to pursue his greater goals of conquest and destruction, then it seems the only logical step for him would be...
... retribution. ]
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Play by the Natha's rules and stay within spitting distance of Thanos, asleep in his pod.
Or, loiter down here in Nadril, in whatever state the hidden city happens to be, and stay off the Natha's radar.
And if it were just up to Peter, he'd stay down here. He doesn't trust the Natha as far as he can throw them, and if this city is legit, if they really have the ability to hide themselves away from those assholes' watchful eyes, then Peter's already a fan. Even if he's not a fan of the cold.
He's always had a small preference for running.
But it's not up to him. It's a group decision. Hell, maybe it's just Gamora's decision, and they're just there to make the right one, so—
He clears his throat a little. Then, carefully, ]
I think... keeping tabs on him. Knowing what's going on with him.
That might be most important.
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(Less running.)
She nods, and though she doesn't relax entirely, some of the tension stiffening up her shoulders starts to ease out of her, letting her sink into Peter's side again. ]
That might be safest.
[ At least they'll have more control that way. ]
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[ And the answer escapes him on a quick exhale. He wraps his arms around her a little more firmly, as much as a bid for warmth as it is a small gesture of comfort.
This is, admittedly, one hell of a difficult subject to talk about, and if he were in her shoes? If he had a monster in his closet that had a very real chance of leaping out, wreaking havoc and trying to destroy everything he loved?
He's not entirely sure how he would react, but surely not with any of the aplomb that Gamora's exhibiting. ]
Whatever you think is best. I'm with you.
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Thank you.
[ And those words are so rare from her (something she only offers when she means it), but this? It warrants real gratitude. She knows it means something more for Peter, hearing her say something like that, so...
She offers him that real "thank you." ]
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The word of thanks briefly catches him off-guard, if only because he so rarely ever heard it after he left Earth. It's something of an uphill climb, getting used to basic tenets of etiquette again.
He clears his throat a little awkwardly, his gaze skittering up to the roof of the igloo. ]
Yeah. 'Course.
Anything for you.