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Gamora - Guardian of the Galaxy

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blueandbitter:

“Made a wrong jump in that junker Kraglin provided. Believe me, this isn’t my idea of a good time.”

In the brighter light of the street, the damage she’d sustained showed. Her jacket was charred in spots, with similarly blackish dust covering her exposed metallic arm. 

“Glad you’re well, anyway,” she said quickly, in a monotone voice that didn’t quite know how to deliver the necessary sentiment. “Nice to see you while I stop for parts.”

“Oh.” Gamora answers simply, not sure what else to say as she glances over at her sister. It would’ve been a ridiculous thought, imagining maybe she’d come here to see Gamora, considering it’s been a while since they saw each other at all. But she’s here now - there’s a chance for them to have some time together by choice, rather than being forced together as they always were.

She can’t help the frown that pulls at her lips at the sight of Nebula’s charred clothes, the state of her arm, how beaten down she looks. They don’t get tired as such, but clearly this wrong jump took it’s toll on her.

Nebula’s comment takes her by surprise - maybe just because she’s never heard those words from her before. “It’s good to see you, too, Nebula. I’m glad you’re safe.” Gamora answers warmly, her tone careful but also gentle. “Do you need some help cleaning up, finding some new clothes?”

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ofstarlcrd:

PETER THOUGHT THIS WAS ALL RATHER endearing. “Whatever you say, Gamora” He smirked as he never thought he would see her this drunk. Especially not here on Terra. it was interesting, but she was handling it better than most would. Even better than a lot of Terrans do when they’re in the same state.

He started to slowly walk them over to her bed. “Fine, princess, I won’t call you that. What would you prefer to be called?” He asked, although still thinking the name was a good one – but he would rather NOT fight her on something like that. “You say that now but Terran stuff is all there is. Although I’m sure there’s bars somewhere that sell stuff from off word.”

It’s a strange feeling, all of Gamora’s enhancements are speeding to keep up with her blurred vision and her off balance but the alcohol running through her system is too foreign and new for her to keep up with and it’s an odd feeling. If she thinks about it hard enough - and she tries not to, thinking too much about anything makes her head spin just a little - she’s not sure if Peter’s actually seen her this way.

“You said it again.” She said, a little grumpily but without her usual snap, a slight pout on her face. “Why are you calling me that?” She grips onto his arm, leaning on him a little as he leads her over to her bed, somewhat frustrated that she needs him to help her, but she’d rather not fall and hurt herself. “Do you think so? We might have to go on a little hunt for one, Peter.”

[ofstarlcrd]

GAMORA ( @guardiangcmora ) & PETER QUILL MOODBOARD

It feels so right, so warm and true, I need to know if you feel it too Maybe I’m wrong, won’t you tell me if I’m coming on too strong?

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Peter: see even I have good points sometimes

Peter: um if you haven't noticed I have stopped sending them already thank you

Peter: well good is better than bad right?

Gamora: You make it seem as though I believe all of your ideas are bad.

Gamora: Somehow I feel as though you're waiting for an opportunity to start them up again.

Gamora: Well yes of course it is. That's only logical. Good has to be better than bad, Peter.

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ofstarlcrd:

“DARLING … my life has been tragedy after tragedy. I’ve come to learn that if I don’t find a way to get humor out of a situation then I’d just be sulking the entire time.” Peter truly used it like a bandaid, but after a while it just stuck. It was a part of who he was now. He thought humor made every situation better, especially when everything went to SHIT like life had with Gwen dying. He still couldn’t believe that. 

“True, you got that right.” Peter bit on his lip, hating the thought of all the lives his father had ruined. He tried not to dwell on it, but the fact that was his bloodline, that he was a prince in line for that legacy made him sick to his stomach. He wanted nothing to do with any of it. 

Peter started walking towards the destination. “Follow me, beautiful, I always know where I’m going.” He looked back a Gamora, winking rather playfully. It was something close to his normal self, as he was trying NOT to focus on his grief. No doubt it will come back late full force, but he would embrace this moment for what it was.

There’s so much Gamora wants to say - there’s so much she’s wanted to say for a long time, about Peter’s life, his tragic history and the way he’s learned to deal with it but she never really feels like anything she could say could do him justice, really. “So now we know why you make so many jokes..” She laughs softly, her tone a little more on the soft side than usual. The last thing Gamora wants is for him to think she’s making fun of how he’s choosing to cope, considering it’s worked so well for him through his life.

She didn’t want him to dwell on his father - if there’s anything they have in common, it’s horrible fathers, the kind who seem determined to cause more pain to their children than good. That was never something she wished for him. Gamora doesn’t push it any further, not wanting to get bogged down in those thoughts either.

“You’re unbelievable.” Gamora rolls her eyes and follows him, but really she’s glad he’s behaving more like himself. This is the Peter she’s always known - the ridiculous, flirty kind, the one always giving jokes, the one who gets through it by making himself and everyone else laugh about anything he can think of. “Let’s go, then. You can give me a tour of the city, while we’re out.”

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Peter: only half don't be rude

Peter: i'm proud of it Terran is better than my spartoi heritage

Peter: would you like me to send you a tongue as well

Peter: keep me updated with how it goes !

Gamora: Good point.

Gamora: Also a good point. I'm not sure on Terrans, but it's still better than the spartoi.

Gamora: I'm changing the access codes. You can sleep outside until you stop sending me virtual body parts.

Gamora: I will. It's strange, seeing her again. In a good way, I think.

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blueandbitter:

A passing woman stared as they passed, and Nebula returned her stare with a cold glare.

“What?” Nebula barked at the stranger, who hurried away in fear. Nebula crossed her arms and rounded her shoulders as she followed Gamora.

“Did Quill put you up to this place?” she asked sullenly. 

“Leave it - that’s going to happen a lot.” Gamora sighs as they walk along the street, shaking her head at the woman Nebula had snapped at. She doesn’t blame her - it’s difficult enough, the way they are, without having random people gaping at them all the time. “Terrans aren’t good at anything... non-Terran. Peter’s only used to it because he didn’t grow up here. Ignore them.”

She leads Nebula around the corner and slows down a little to walk beside her sister rather than ahead of her - she’s done that enough in their lives. “He comes here often enough, I thought I’d see what Terra’s really like.” She pauses for a moment as she glances over at Nebula - she has so many questions, things she wants to know - what happened to her hunt for their father, how she got here, how long she’s staying but she’s not sure she has the right to ask so much at once. “What brought you here?”

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@ofstarlcrd

Peter is... well, Peter’s the first person who didn’t seem to care what I am, so as ridiculous as he can be sometimes it’s difficult for me to speak ill of him. He’s kind in his own way, he’s so ridiculous but it’s kind of endearing. I think... in his heart, Peter is too good for the life he’s had, for the father he’s stuck with, the labels people put on him. He might be foolish sometimes, but he’s kind, he has a good heart, at the end of the day he will choose to do the right thing. And that’s not something you see very often. I admire him and what he’s become in spite of what his life has been. I feel protective of him. Our family wouldn’t be what it is without him.

There’s... that unspoken thing he keeps mentioning, but I don’t know if it’s real or if it’s just more flirting, it’s probably better if it remains unspoken. I’m still not entirely sure what it is.

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ofstarlcrd:

“I MAY BE AN AWFUL LIAR, but some still are stupid enough to believe what I say.” Peter shrugged his shoulders, not moving away from her. He didn’t want to risk having her fall and hurt herself. He had plenty of experience with accidentally getting drunk off Terran alcohol and it wasn’t a pretty experience. It wasn’t something Gamora should go through alone.

A grin spread over his features, “princess, that is what I said.” He confirmed, but shortly after that he had to catch Gamora as he expected. He held her up, gladly being her support. He laughed a little, “you’re the one that put that there.” He reminded as he looked at her. “Want me to help you get to bed?”

“I am not one of them.” Gamora waves her hand at Peter, intending to simply wave his comment off but she’s not quite sure the movement is exactly as she’d planned, a little extravagant in comparison to how she’d normally react. “I can always see through your lies, you know that.”

The frown is still pulling at her features at Peter’s words - why would he call her that? It’s such a ridiculous nickname, she’s not even sure what to say. “Well, don’t say it again, it’s not very fitting.” Her frown only gets worse as he helps her straighten up, seemingly glad to let her lean on his arm despite the fact that it makes her feel so ridiculous. It was only a few drinks, surely she can walk by herself. “No no, I can manage -” She lets go of his arm and immediately sways, catching herself on his shoulder again with an annoyed huff. “I’m never drinking Terran stuff again..” She murmurs before she grasps his arm, refusing to meet his eyes. “Maybe - maybe a little help.”

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ofstarlcrd:

“THERE’S HUMOR IN IT! Well … humor depending on who the asshole is. If it’s my galactic dictator of a father, J’son then there’s absolutely nothing funny to be told about him, but sometimes we run into idiots that can make for a great story.” Peter sighed, and was thinking of some stories he could bring up. “Actually … there is one good thing about my father. When people don’t attack us because they’re afraid of him.” He said, but mostly thinking the guy was a complete tool. 

Gamora and him had been through a lot, ever since they met. Somewhere along the line he grew to have strong feelings for her. He had a bad way of showing it, but he just wanted to have her attention all the time. He wanted to share all the Terran culture to her that meant something to him, and possibly, maybe take her on a date sometime. However, he wasn’t sure if she really liked him like that. Peter liked to think that she did, and kept telling himself that. 

“It’s totally stronger than what we’re used to, it can make for some wild shit.” A smirk spreading across his face. Somehow Gamora was distracting him from thinking about how devestated he really was. “Lets go, I’ll lead the way.” He said, walking towards the exit of their ship.

“It still confuses me, that you can find humour in terrible situations.” Gamora can’t help but shake her head, but her words aren’t unkind. once upon a time, she’d found it annoying that he would make a joke out of everything, but she learned to appreciate it. More than that, she learned it was just... how Peter coped with difficult situations. If you can make it seem like there was some kind of fun in it somewhere, at least it won’t seem like such a terrible story. “Listen, even that isn’t worth what your father is.” Gamora’s voice becomes a little harsh at the thought of Peter’s father and everything the man has put him through.

She doesn’t know when she became so protective of Peter but it’s here now, it’s not going anywhere, she knows that much. Maybe it stems from him having been so kind to her, protecting her when he didn’t have to. She’s not sure - she’s not even sure what it means, the way she feels. All she really knows is she feels something warm, something familiar and comfortable around him. And maybe some day she’ll figure out what that means, but... right now she’s more concerned with keeping him steady through this.

“Somehow I get the impression there’s a story behind that advice, one I surprisingly haven’t heard before.” She chuckles and follows him through the ship, relieved to hear him sounding much more like himself. “Well of course, I can’t lead the way, I don’t know where we’re going.”

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greenlanternjess:

“Don’t worry, you can honestly get by without that knowledge.” Jess smiled kindly. “Where are you from?” Her head tilted in curiosity, hoping she’d be familiar with the planet where the green woman came from.

“Fantastic, it didn’t sound overly thrilling to learn about anyway.” She raises an eyebrow at the question, somewhat stuck on exactly how she should answer. Funnily enough, not a lot of people ask her that question. “Everywhere.” It’s really the simplest answer Gamora has. She doesn’t have a home planet to mention anymore. “I travel around the Galaxy with a few friends - we try and help people. Normally we get into some kind of trouble at the same time.”

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ghostsoldxt:

Bucky doesn’t really think he’s being too open – he’s just having conversation. Besides, his name is pretty public record. It says “James ‘Bucky’ Barnes” on that damn memorial in the museum. “Anger?” he says, taking a sip of his drink. “Yeah, I heard a lot of anger, too, but they weren’t calling me by my name at the time.”

Gamora raises an eyebrow at him but doesn’t quite know how to comment - how exactly do you pry into the life of a stranger, ask them about something like that? She knows she wouldn’t be happy if someone tries to pry into her life that way. “That’s fortunate, at least. Your name is still your own.”

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zeezatanna:

“No, you really can’t. And if you could, that’s no way to live.” Zatanna was open about her powers- she’d admitted them right off the bat to this woman, after all. But she knew she was strong enough to defend herself or to escape if the worse happened and someone tried to arrest her for what she was born with. “It’s alright- I’m alright. I’m a witch, I’m always going to be a little separate anyway. It’s others I worry about. People with powers that don’t know how to protect themselves yet, and the people that get hurt by something I feel I could’ve prevented.” It was touching that this woman was being so sympathetic, though, and she gave her a sad smile. “It really doesn’t- it only makes it so more people get hurt. But at this point I don’t know how to try and change it.”

“Whether you could or not doesn’t matter - no one should have to. Everyone should have a choice.” Gamora’s voice is a little heated - perhaps this is a little personal for her, even if she hadn’t realised it, but she’d spent so much of her life being told what she is, that she’s a weapon and nothing else, that the idea of all of these people being told how to live their lives just seems... wrong. “It sounds like a disaster. What about younger people with these powers, do they not get to learn how to control them? I imagine that wouldn’t be taken well, because of the man?” The more Gamora thinks about it, the more ludicrous it sounds, putting restrictions on people’s lives and who they are this way. “I don’t understand it. All different kinds of people with all kinds of powers from all different systems live out there in the galaxy without.. this. It’s crazy. It doesn’t make sense. Not to me, at least. There has to be some way to make people see this.”

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bubblegumandfirecrackers:

“Alright.”Jubilee walks around the couch and moves to sit across Gamora. “Thank you.” She imagines that Gamora knows about Gwen if not from the new then from Harry who surely approached the woman to protect her from Goblin. She knows this is probably why Gamora is here and Jubilee knows how much it would mean to Harry for her not to fight him on this.

“okay. Are you going to be following me everywhere I go?” Jubilee crossed one leg over the other. “I used to have a bodyguard as a kid. My father was a politician. It’s been a long time so I don’t know the protocol. But…I do know why my boyfriend requested your services. He wants to make sure that I don’t get attacked by the same creature that took our friend’s life.” Jubilee can protect herself but she also knows what this means to Harry. 

She sighed and then added, “But you should know I’m a trained combatant and trained in gymnastics and I’m gifted as well.” She holds up the palm of her hand so Gamora could see the upcoming fireworks display. Jubilee grins as the sparks forms at her fingertips and she lets them sit for a minute before withdrawing them. “Harry knows this but I also understand his concern. I think that you and I…we can work together to put his mind at ease. So, how does this work?” She offered the woman a smile, taking in her features and studying her body language. She looks professional and serious enough and it doesn’t surprise Jubilee knowing Harry had done is homework. 

Gamora nods in response but doesn’t push any further. People don’t normally want to talk to complete strangers about things like this, and truth be told Gamora’s not sure she’d be the best person for that conversation anyway. Jubilation seems more than nice, and Gamora doesn’t doubt she has someone close she can speak with - her boyfriend is likely a better start than Gamora, really.

“For a while, yes.” Gamora answers simply. She doesn’t see any point in beating around the bush about why she’s here, especially not if the girl has had this experience in the past. “While there’s still an immediate threat, I’ll be here to keep an eye on things. Not day and night, I understand you need your time without a stranger looming over your shoulder. But.. while your boyfriend isn’t here, he’d like me to watch over you until he requests otherwise.”

Things like this are easy, simple enough, talking about facts, about the job and what it’s going to entail. The emotional side of things is usually handled by whoever hires her - the facts are easy. “Ah.” Gamora watches the girl with a mild fascination, interested by the sparks coming from her hands. She must be one of these powered people Gamora’s heard of - the ones who are now restricted by the ban. “I think you are right, but you need to understand that I’m here to protect you. If there is a threat, it’s my job to deal with it, and yours to do as I ask and remain safe.” The last thing Gamora needs is a job like this going sideways purely because of the woman’s past experience. This is a job, not a team exercise. “I need to secure the apartment first, we need to discuss surveillance, you’ll need to be able to contact me in emergencies and - if you are not against the idea, I’d like to give you a tracking device. You will hardly notice it, the technology is much more advanced than your trackers here on - on Earth. And I need to check your workplaces as well - Mr. Osborn mentioned you have more than one?”

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Peter: tell me about it

Peter: 👀

Peter: what's sarcasm i don't know her

Peter: well I hope you two can do some sisterly bonding make up for lost time

Gamora: You're Terran, Peter.

Gamora: What the hell why did you send me eyes

Gamora: I'm going to lock you out of the Milano.

Gamora: Yes, I.. I hope so, too.

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Peter: actually? yeah they're popular

Peter: 🕺🏼🕺🏼🕺🏼

Peter: so proud of u tbh

Peter: well maybe she came to get something and is going to leave after that? who knows maybe you can find out

Gamora: ... Terrans are strange.

Gamora: Don't ever use those again.

Gamora: You're being sarcastic again aren't you.

Gamora: Peter, I haven't.. seen her since she left. Asking a heap of questions about when she's leaving wasn't really the top of my priorities.

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Peter: that's just boring why would you do that

Peter: this morning thank you very much

Peter: but you can't train 24/7 you gotta have some funnnn

Peter: i hope its good too especially if your conversation went well

Gamora: But it looks so.. strange. Do a lot of people use those symbols?

Gamora: ..Okay that's acceptable.

Gamora: I don't train 24/7 I work too. I was on my way back from protecting that girl I told you about when I saw Nebula.

Gamora: Yeah... well, we'll see. It didn't seem like she wanted to stay here long.