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“Give me a second, Jesus Christ on a cracker–” Tony hunched his shoulder as Gamora tried reaching for him again, the delicate tools in his hands. He was fixing her language implant. “Unless you wanna be stuck speaking Pig Latin for the rest of your life, you gotta take a seat for about a second until I’m done working on this. This may come as a shock, but I’ll get it done faster without you grabbing at me.”
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Gamora’s eyes narrowed at him as he once again twinged the wrong circuit within her translator leave it to Rocket to take off right when she could’ve used his expertise on this. She moved to grab his hand as he made a false move that particular hurt giving a hard squeeze as he instructed to do if pain arose, before letting sitting still.

















