[ —which sends them dangerously close to a meteor that flies toward them from the bow, and Peter has to veer the ship to the right to compensate.
—which knocks them into another meteor, and the ship's shielding lets out a high-pitched whine as it absorbs the hit. It knocks them into a quick, wild spin, and Peter grits his teeth as he tries to correct the ship's vector.
Thankfully, he does, though, he's slightly breathless with the effort. Nice to know they have a bit of a buffer in case they get hit again, but Peter would rather avoid a repeat performance. ]
Think happier thoughts, Gamora.
[ and wow, it's shocking that Peter has to be the one to say that. ]
[ ... This emotion-based steering is really starting to get on Gamora's nerves, especially after they take that none-too-pleasant hit. It could be worse – much worse – but Gamora still winces as they level out, pressing the heel of her hand against her forehead.
She glares at Peter out of the corner of her eye. ]
Like that's helping.
[ Aaaaand the displays start to blink all over again, until Gamora forces herself to take a slower, deeper breath, closing her eyes to focus. ]
[ Maybe some other time, he’d waste breath with a quick, “Got it.” As it is now, Peter only responds to the warning by sending the ship into a steep dive, letting the meteor fly past overhead. The ship levels out with a tidy little outer loop, and Peter corrects their vector toward the planet again. ]
You heard that voice too, right?
[ A little distractedly, as he’s keeping his eyes peeled on the view screen. ]
[ He huffs out a sharp breath, trying to swallow down the instinctive flare of annoyance – and even that is only to cover the nervousness he feels for that unknown quantity. Some assmunch who’s apparently flinging meteors at them?
Uncool. Seriously uncool. And Peter thinks he might be starting to hate this place. ]
... We’ll worry about it later.
[ You know, when they aren’t being bombarded by meteorites. ]
[ He hums out a response in acknowledgment, still scanning the view screen for any stray meteors, but as Gamora said, they seem to be in the clear.
He breathes out a sigh, still tense at the controls – though not from any particular emotion. This time, it’s wariness that keeps him alert, the quick, buzzing hum of adrenaline like in those moments right before a fight breaks out.
An alert chimes on the screen – something to inform them that they’re on the right track toward their destinatino. Some kind of island, it looks like, though they haven’t broken the planet’s atmosphere just yet. ]
[ Gamora doesn't unwind, exactly, but the notification on the screen is reassuring, to know that they're getting closer. The sooner she gets out of this weird ship, the better, as far as she's concerned. ]
Nice flying.
[ Which isn't said with any real derision; he'd done well, especially with their limitations. ]
Get us on the ground, and we can leave this thing behind.
[ Normally, Gamora would find that smile bordering on the wrong side of insufferable, but—
Maybe it’s because she hasn’t seen him grin like that since they’d reunited on the station. Not since that fight, not since everything that went down with Ego.
This may be the only time she would ever find that look welcome on his face.
But, all the same, she sighs at him, her lips pressed in a thin line as she turns to meet his grin full-on. ]
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Now, however, she's more preoccupied with the meteors that came out of nowhere. ]
I have just as much information as you do.
[ Which is... a little snappier than it needs to be.
... The ship's systems reflect it in the way the craft tries to list slightly to the left. ]
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—which knocks them into another meteor, and the ship's shielding lets out a high-pitched whine as it absorbs the hit. It knocks them into a quick, wild spin, and Peter grits his teeth as he tries to correct the ship's vector.
Thankfully, he does, though, he's slightly breathless with the effort. Nice to know they have a bit of a buffer in case they get hit again, but Peter would rather avoid a repeat performance. ]
Think happier thoughts, Gamora.
[ and wow, it's shocking that Peter has to be the one to say that. ]
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She glares at Peter out of the corner of her eye. ]
Like that's helping.
[ Aaaaand the displays start to blink all over again, until Gamora forces herself to take a slower, deeper breath, closing her eyes to focus. ]
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[ And he says it levelly, even if there's an edge of warning there.
Unnecessary, it turns out, because Gamora works on calming herself down. Soon enough, the control panels blink back to life –
Just in time for Peter to yank back on the control wheel, pulling them out of the path of another meteor. ]
Keep an eye on the radar.
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[ Quick, focused, because there are more pressing matters than her aggravation.
She reaches out to adjust the radar display, tapping across the screen, and— ]
One more – three o'clock.
[ Fortunately for them, the meteors aren't coming as quickly or as plentifully, but the errant shot is still fast and seemingly out of nowhere. ]
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You heard that voice too, right?
[ A little distractedly, as he’s keeping his eyes peeled on the view screen. ]
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... Yes. But it wasn't coming from the ship.
[ Which was why it was so alarming to begin with. ]
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Uncool. Seriously uncool. And Peter thinks he might be starting to hate this place. ]
... We’ll worry about it later.
[ You know, when they aren’t being bombarded by meteorites. ]
How are we looking?
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Clear.
[ But just because it technically says they're meteor-free, doesn't mean that's the truth. She swipes through another scan, pursuing her lips. ]
For now.
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He breathes out a sigh, still tense at the controls – though not from any particular emotion. This time, it’s wariness that keeps him alert, the quick, buzzing hum of adrenaline like in those moments right before a fight breaks out.
An alert chimes on the screen – something to inform them that they’re on the right track toward their destinatino. Some kind of island, it looks like, though they haven’t broken the planet’s atmosphere just yet. ]
Nearly there.
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Nice flying.
[ Which isn't said with any real derision; he'd done well, especially with their limitations. ]
Get us on the ground, and we can leave this thing behind.
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... Sorry, hang on.
[ Then, he glances over at her, grinning in that particular way of his.
(It's probably the first time he's broken out this particular smile since they've arrived.) ]
Did you just compliment me?
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Maybe it’s because she hasn’t seen him grin like that since they’d reunited on the station. Not since that fight, not since everything that went down with Ego.
This may be the only time she would ever find that look welcome on his face.
But, all the same, she sighs at him, her lips pressed in a thin line as she turns to meet his grin full-on. ]
I will take it back.
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Nope. Too late. You already floated that one out into the ether.
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[ ... But she did just call it a compliment, so. Whoops. ]
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Then, smugly, ]
But it was a compliment.
[ And considering how rare those were from Gamora, he’ll take what he can get. ]
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Just fly the ship, Peter.