[What ifs. At the end of the way, there are so many what ifs that Gamora had thought about. She'd tried too late to take her own life, to deny him in those last moments. Had she acted sooner, would it have changed something? Gamora had been the key, because even if Nebula had known that she had burned the map, she had not known the details of the map. Only Gamora had.
Peter may play those what ifs in his own mind, but Gamora has her own.
She pauses as Peter presses a kiss against her knuckles, letting a long breath out, to trail her fingers of her other hand across his cheek. Nebula. She had escaped, and Gamora would want to know about that. She had suffered enough beneath Thanos that she is glad that her sister had gotten away. That Thanos is stopped... She swallows hard, eyes shifting closed for a moment. It seems almost too good to be true, but she also knows that it isn't all good. How could it be? Wounds may heal but there will always be scars.
After all, the once we go back cannot include her.]
You had better keep... kicking ass and taking names.
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Peter may play those what ifs in his own mind, but Gamora has her own.
She pauses as Peter presses a kiss against her knuckles, letting a long breath out, to trail her fingers of her other hand across his cheek. Nebula. She had escaped, and Gamora would want to know about that. She had suffered enough beneath Thanos that she is glad that her sister had gotten away. That Thanos is stopped... She swallows hard, eyes shifting closed for a moment. It seems almost too good to be true, but she also knows that it isn't all good. How could it be? Wounds may heal but there will always be scars.
After all, the once we go back cannot include her.]
You had better keep... kicking ass and taking names.