[Their motley crew may well have drawn a variety of glances, and not just for their appearance, but because of their appearances as well. On paper, it might seem like they were drastically different, and yet Gamora would agree that they could all work together to accomplish a goal. Whatever gripes or moans may come, whatever stern words or raised voices, at the end of the day, they had had each other's backs.
She may have scoffed once had someone told her where her life would lead her, falling for a Terran. Let alone one that could be so bright and vibrant, who could sometimes come up with the most outlandish of sayings and who could still confuse her. Drax may have said she isn't a dancer, but for Peter, she could be. Willingly.
The play of emotions across his face is there again, but it is the honest truth from her. She had. There may have been thoughts of trying to escape, of getting Nebula free, and up until that certain point on Vormir, those had still been possibilities. He is one that can get under her defences, and she doesn't mind that as his arm snakes around, that all too known embrace as they go down. It's a slight adjustment, leg hooking between his two, scooting until there is little space between them. Only then does she dip her head to bury against his chest, the familiarness soothing as she breathes in deeply, hand curling into his shirt, murmuring.]
no subject
She may have scoffed once had someone told her where her life would lead her, falling for a Terran. Let alone one that could be so bright and vibrant, who could sometimes come up with the most outlandish of sayings and who could still confuse her. Drax may have said she isn't a dancer, but for Peter, she could be. Willingly.
The play of emotions across his face is there again, but it is the honest truth from her. She had. There may have been thoughts of trying to escape, of getting Nebula free, and up until that certain point on Vormir, those had still been possibilities. He is one that can get under her defences, and she doesn't mind that as his arm snakes around, that all too known embrace as they go down. It's a slight adjustment, leg hooking between his two, scooting until there is little space between them. Only then does she dip her head to bury against his chest, the familiarness soothing as she breathes in deeply, hand curling into his shirt, murmuring.]
Thank you... for keeping your word.