[ 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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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.