id. peter quill. (mydaddywasaplanet).
GAMORA || @custospericulo
Because I miss them and I miss my starboy and here’s some domestic fluff
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“Uhh, hey, Gamora? Could you help me out here?”
Peter stood blearily in the middle of their cabin, scratching his head, fingers ruffling through the reddish-brown mess that was his hair. He squinted around suspiciously, clad in nothing but a t-shirt and a faded set of undergarments.
“M’pretty sure I had a spare set of underwear, do you know where they are?”
He wasn’t about to admit that yes, he should’ve picked up some new ones at the last stop like she told him to, and yes, this was exactly what she said would happen, but that conversation wasn’t on the table right now. At least not until he’d been awake longer than five minutes.
Plus there were far cooler things to spend his units on, like the box of candies now lying empty on the bedside stand.
Purposefully, she keeps her legs hidden beneath the blankets. Of course she knew where the spare set was--but he needed to sweat a little. One of the downsides of not listening to her when she told him to buy new ones. She’d found them in the middle of the night and slipped them on over her shorts.
“Did you check under the bed?”
Gamora had warned him about this when they made their stop. Pick up the essentials first--focus on the frivolous next stop. Rocket, get extra wrenches. Mantis, grab more yara root. And Peter--get more underwear.
But he didn’t listen and now he has to suffer the consequences. She sits up and watches him, amusement dancing in her amber eyes. Gamora arches a thin silver brow and rolls onto her side, keeping the blanket in place.
“Maybe Drax took them. It was his turn for laundry,” she suggests.
