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cosmicjive·:
He looks up, from inside his blanket fort. “Nuh-uh, we don’t! An’ you’re gonna have to come get me!”
“If I come get you, I won’t be gentle and you’ll complain about it all night. I’m asking you one last time, put these blankets back where they belong”
mysteriomanifesto·:
“𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕕𝕞𝕚𝕥, 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕔𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖.” Quentin offers the woman a small lopsided grin with their shared joke, his line of vision 𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕪 dropping away for a moment from her concerned gaze. “𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕒. 𝕀 𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕦𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥.”
The Guardian’s attempts are admirable, a far cry from the multitude of threats present during shared torrid history - expression suitably 𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖 while mulling over her words, the man gives a subtle shake of his head.. “𝕄𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕤… 𝕖𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤— 𝕚𝕥’𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕟. 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟’𝕥 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀’𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕪𝕡𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕝 𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤.”
“And I appreciate that you are not trying to make... small talk. I think that’s what it’s called.” Gamora shook her head, realising that she was the one talking a bit much. Peter Quill definitely changed her.
“Are you...what is the plan? Stay on this earth? Or try to find your way home?”
cosmicjive·:
“It ain’t a mess, it’s a blanket fort! The best damn blanket fort y’ever did see!”
“It’s a mess. You stop this. We have more serious things to do.”
cosmicjive·:
“I did it ‘cause I’m bored.” Peter whines. “There ain’t no deep reasonin’ or nothin’.”
“And that makes it okay? Look at this Mess!”
mysteriomanifesto·:
“𝕀𝕟𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕪.” The singular word brings a weight with it that ladens itself over the brunet’s shoulders, head cowed as blue eyes momentarily close to gather himself. With a deepened breath there’s the briefest of glances in the point of contact’s direction, scarcely able to feel it beneath layers of textured material despite Beck’s evident awareness of it. The man’s avoidant gaze drifts back to Gamora in contemplation.
“𝔽𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥. 𝕀 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕣𝕖𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕓𝕦𝕥… 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕒 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕕𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟. 𝕀 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕪 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕖 𝕒 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘.”
“Oh...” She didn’t think before she said that. And now, Gamora didn’t know what to say to comfort him. “I know that nothing I can say would help. But if you ever wanted to sit and stay silent with me, then I can do that.” She smiled, her sense of humor still needed more work but Gamora was still trying to make jokes from time to time.
“Like what? Is there anything we can do to help you in this thing?”
cosmicjive·:
“You want me to put a percentage on it?” He jokes back. Of course, several different tactics are flitting through his mind. He could have a more-or-less solid plan drawn up in about 15 minutes or so. The Guardians would make him have to redraw it in five seconds, but he was good at his job. He wouldn’t have time to debate it with them if he did have to do something. “I know you feel that way. It’s just, you know, in the heat of the moment - if I’ve gotta grab the infinity stone, I’ll do it.”
“Yes, I would like that actually” Gamora laughed softly, thankful that she had someone to talk to. But the ex-assassin still wasn’t convinced that involving him in this story was such a good idea because she’ll be worried about him even more than before now. “This is a different situation.” It wasn’t. “We’ll have to be focused, ruthless and be ready to do what’s necessary.”
mysteriomanifesto·:
There’s a resounding affected sadness to the 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕠’𝕤 expression despite the smile initially etched over his lips, the bright gesture having not quite resonated within 𝕄𝕪𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕠’𝕤 eyes as they soon cast outwards in undesirable melancholy. The slow rise and fall of his segmented chestplate coincides with a deep intake of breath, concluding in a mild huff as the man inwardly reflects.
“𝕀𝕥’𝕤 𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕦𝕝𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕧𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕙𝕒𝕤—” There’s a prolonged pause, jaw tensing as Quentin contends with a ball of emotion that threatens to overflow - there’s a small shake of his head, an attempt to push aside the detrimental train of thought with varied degrees of success. “𝕊𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪. 𝕀’𝕞 𝕥𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕥.”
Without thinking, Gamora put her hand on his shoulder. “Believe me, I know what you’re going through. I’m sure you’re feeling the guilt of being still here while everyone else is...” She doesn’t finis the sentence, doesn’t feel like she has to. “Maybe there’s a reason that you’re here. I’m not sure if I believe in fate, but... your presence means something.”
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mysteriomanifesto·:
Placing his order with the waiter upon his approach to the table, Beck’s hand slips down to gingerly trail over Bobbi’s grasp against his knee, her aim to dissuade him not quite setting in as the man continues with his pointed commentary. “The dish had a bit of a complicated heritage before it came to the States. It’s a bit… niche, so I’d admire anyone who was brave enough to stomach it.” The challenge is present within his words but the engineer’s expression is incredibly light and casual, the sharp dart of his eyes against Gamora’s exceedingly brief before flitting back to Quill. “Come on, man - there’s nothing wrong with a little greenery. You may even enjoy it if you have some on your pizza - the stuff’s good for you.” Quentin’s fingers proudly intertwine with the blonde’s as Gamora directs her question at her, eyes fondly peering at Bobbi ( he has to stop himself from interjecting to gloat ).
@cosmicjive· @realmorsecode· @lastzenwhoberian·
Bobbi chuckled at Peter’s comment because just having him sticking to his guns made her feel a lot more comfortable around the new people. “I think I’ll have what Peter’s having, can’t have a salad or something you won’t enjoy. Never know when it’ll be your last day.” A blush slipped onto her cheeks when she felt the hand in her own, only to blink a couple of times to draw her attention to Gamora. “Who? Should there be a big name behind who I get my money from?” a little shake of her head. “I work in a local Best Buy, an electronics company.”
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Peter nods, vindicated by the fact that someone agrees with him. “Yeah! She knows what she’s about! Life’s too short to eat salad. You’re tempting me now, though, ‘Mora, babe. I might have wings. Who knows. They come with vegetables sometimes, right? The long green stuff?” Peter moves to rest his hand reassuringly on the small of Gamora’s back. He’s gonna have to engage in some social smoothing, and he doesn’t want her to feel put out by it. She doesn’t know about Terra’s weird social rules and she doesn’t mean anything by it. “’Mora and I, and the team, are freelancers, kinda, back up in space. So we always work for a person rather than a company. Unless the company’s the space cops.”
@realmorsecode @lastzenwhoberian @mysteriomanifesto·
Annoyed by how Peter seemed to enjoy Bobbi, Gamora couldn’t help but roll her eyes “Maybe you two should get a room” Suddenly, she didn’t want to be here anymore. It was just a painful reminded that she didn’t belong here. And she didn’t even know what she just ordered. Peter’s hand was slowly making her feel better. He was here and he was on her side. “We get hired to do dangerous missions. It’s not often prestigious or important but it pays well... when it all goes accoring to plan.” Smiling at Peter, she felt more relaxed.
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mysteriomanifesto·:
Pulling back from the embrace, Quentin offers Gamora a simper that borders on being sheepish, gauntlets withdrawing to restlessly clasp within his lap - the man had so many places to be, a schedule jam-packed with a number of appearances ranging from calculated charity events to meetings with authoritative figures to discuss interdimensional security tactics… but he chooses to linger, opting to remain with her in this tentative moment.
“𝕀𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕜, 𝕀’𝕞 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖.”
Peter was the one who she would always turn to if she needed support, that would never change. But her connection with Mysterio was different. They were both warriors and they didn’t get to choose this life. And that’s probably why she allowed him to be so close to her. “I’m not great at talking...usually” she smiled “And you can talk to me, too. I know you’re keeping a lot of things to yourself. You may think that being alone is the solution but, trust me, it won’t help you.”
cosmicjive·:
“A little bit ‘a good an’ a little bit ‘a bad?” He grins back at her. They’d got through so much together, even defeated a dude with his own planet. If anyone could take out Thanos? It’d be them, and their new friends. “Babe, I - we don’t know tactically how this is gonna go. I make the sacrifice play a lot, and I can promise I’ll try not to do that. But we both know that if either of us saw an opportunity to stop him - we’d take it. We gotta promise to keep each other in the loop.”
“So you have no idea where to start” Gamora joked, knowing Peter probably had at least the beginning of a plan. A few hours ago, she was ready to leave him behind, firmly believing that she would save his life by doing so. But now, she was convinced that staying was the right move. “No. Thanos is my responsibility. If it goes wrong, then I’ll make the sacrifice, end of discussion.”
mysteriomanifesto·:
Beck’s arms tightly fold before him, the gesture flush against his form as a subconscious means of self-comfort - it was exceptionally rare for the man to concede over matters regardless of how trivial, nostrils flaring a little as he tries to cast aside her well-meaning appreciation. “I know. I’ve said it before, I’m not entirely heartless.” ( for whatever reason, some chose not to believe him - go figure… ). The developer’s response is rather matter of fact despite the willingness of the compromise, the vaguest trace of a simper soon playing on his lips. “See, that’s part of the fun. Sometimes you’re supposed to get angry about them.” A breathy chuckle leaves him but there’s a moment in which the engineer wavers, his line of vision drawing towards the woman’s hand in temporary consideration to grasp it ( an olive branch ). Quentin opts not to, instead responding with a curt not. “Deal. But first we need to salvage Quill from whatever antics he’s embroiled himself in. It feels like he’s been gone for an eternity.”
“Well, these last two minutes with you... it wasn’t that bad.” Gamora attempted to joke. If their relationship could be like that, then maybe him being around so much wouldn’t be so bad. She couldn’t help but chuckle when Beck reminded her that Peter left for quite some time now. She got up, “I’ll see what he’s up to and send him here. I’ll leave you two alone for tonight. Good night, Quentin.” And for the first time since Beck entered her life, Gamora didn’t leave the room with rage against him.
cosmicjive·:
“You guys were his spies, yeah, but…maybe he kept some stuff from you? I don’t know. I’m just throwin’ ideas around. I guess he wasn’t expectin’ Terra to be defended this well. I’m glad it’s got superheroes.” He smiles back at her. “Everythin’ I do is some level a’dumb. But I know what you mean.”
“And now earth has Guardians. Where do we start, Star-Lord?” she smiled, even if deep down Gamora doubted there was anything they coudl do against Thanos, especially if he was more powerful than ever. “You have to promise. Don’t make a joke and just promise me that you won’t do something stupid or heroic.”
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mysteriomanifesto·:
“Makes sense, always so pragmatic.” Quentin flashes Bobbi a warm grin with his subtle praise, the edge of his thumb lightly tracing across the patch of material directly beneath it over the blonde’s shoulder. Peering at the menu, the tip of his finger taps against his choices with a decisive nod - he loved this restaurant due to the choice of having a ‘regular’ option as well as providing a more ‘balanced’ one too ( read: healthier / following current trends but at an elevated price ). “I think I’ll have the Caprese salad and… risotto with prawns, oregano and tomatoes.” A pause. “Substituting the risotto with quinoa.” Raising his hand to gesture for one of the waiters to approach, Beck bites back a smirk with Gamora’s question, hindering a grimace from forming with the mere thought of raw meat. “Steak tartare is a bit of an, uh, acquired taste…” ( he should get a medal for holding back from overly demeaning her ). ”But you may like it, it depends on what you enjoy.”
Maybe Bobbi thought that by trying to a little less sour it’ll help the aura around them all settle. But from the look on Gamora’s face, it’ll probably be a while. Or maybe that’s just her face? Peter seemed to be able to keep her grounded though. The blonde had no idea what she wanted, maybe she should just get whatever Quentin was. And his order was too intricate. In no shape or form was she prepared for this fancy restaurant. Bobbi reached over to Beck’s knee and gently squeezed it, trying to get him to ease up on the passive-aggressive comment. “It’s basically a little cake of raw meat topped off with a raw egg. It can be a little heavy on the first go around, especially if you’re not used to the tastes of a restaurant like this.” she tried to reassure Gamora if she did decide to try it.
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“Why would someone make a cake outta raw meat? Don’t that make Terrans sick?” He’s pretty sure he remembers Mom telling him not to eat cake mix because it had raw egg in it. “I’m stickin’ with my pizza, man, I don’t wanna get food poisoned. Quentin, man, what is it with you and salad?” He jokes, screwing his face up in mock disgust. "I’d eat the raw meat before I ate vegetables.” He winks at Gamora, who knows his hatred of all things healthy all too well.
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The idea of eating raw meat already made her feel sick but it looked like Quentin was challenging her, so of course she ignored Bobbi and Peter’s comments. “Then I will have that raw meat thing. In fact, I can’t wait to try it. Why aren’t you trying something new, Peter? I’m sure we can survive whatever it is they’re cooking here.” Gamora glanced at Quentin, before taking another look at Bobbi. “What is it that you do, Bobbi? Who are you working for?”
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mysteriomanifesto·:
“You and I have very different concepts of the term helped.” Quentin peers up at Gamora with a trace of a lopsided grin, setting aside the re-filled bowl as he notes to himself to discard the contents when venturing back to the kitchen. As exhausting as the engineer often found the woman to be, there’s a reluctant means of acceptance that begrudgingly lingers at the back of his mind. As inherently stubborn as the man could be, there was no escaping an undeniable truth - neither of them would be leaving Quill’s life anytime soon and would need to tolerate one another for his sake.
Rising to his feet once more, Beck’s arms fold before him, his usual firm stance altering to awkwardly shift on the spot, the edges of his teeth worrying at the corner of his lower lip. “This is your home,” there’s a quirk of his chin to signify the apartment in general, “I’m a guest. I— shouldn’t make this so difficult.” Blue eyes momentarily make contact with the other but quickly flicker away. It’s apparent that neither of them are any good at… this - the pair aren’t at fault, conflicting interests with the mutual party causing for one another’s respective guard to be overly raised, coupled with a bad first encounter to heighten strung out tension. Fingertips run across the brunet’s jaw, patting down a tuft of displaced hair. “Look… join us, I’m sure you’ll enjoy the movie. I’ll leave Peter to answer your questions so that I avoid getting overly worked up.” ( a compromise ) “He has a more… colourful way of answering them anyway.”
She looked at him, searching for a hint that he was simply mocking her once more. But this time, he seemed sincere and she wasn’t sure how to react to that. They hated each other but tonight, they found an agreement. And they didn’t even need Peter and managed to do without his help. “That is... very kind of you.” Gamora nodded “I know that movies are just meant to entertain you, but some things still don’t make sense. Some decisions that these... fake people make in these stories are making me angry!” She smiled “But I will avoid asking too many questions and if I do, I’ll just ask quietly. Deal?”
cosmicjive·:
“I’m just guessin’, but maybe that alien army from the Battle of New York told him stuff ‘bout Terra. He seems like the kinda guy who has spies on every planet.” Peter concentrates on trying to calm Gamora, gently playing with the coloured ends of her hair with one hand and using the other to keep her held close to him. “I’ll go through my contacts, see who I met when. Someone’s gotta know. We can do this, babe. Together.”
“The Chitauri? I was still working for him at that time, I would’ve heard about it. And I was his spy. Well, me and Nebula. He sent us on various missions but he almost never had an interest for Terra... While I was around him, that is.” Gamora smiled at him, when she realised what he was doing with her hair. She wasn’t panicking anymore. “Don’t forget that I forbid you to do something stupid, okay?”
mysteriomanifesto·:
“You’re right, I can’t fight you. But I can outsmart you - you have to admit, I have done so more than once.” Beck’s referring to the number of occasions in which their looping arguments have caused for Gamora to find herself increasingly stuck despite her aggravation, unable to lash out at the man for fear of proving him right regarding her aggression coupled with her status as an assassin. The brunet smirks. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” Seemingly relenting, the man crouches down to gather the popcorn littering the ground ( an apparent compromise ), scooping the kernels back into the bowl. “Why don’t we call a truce, hmm? I may have seen this movie a hundred times, but I do want to sit down and watch it regardless of whether you are or aren’t here.” As with the majority of their clashes, Quentin would be perceived as the bigger man for offering to end this bout, adding another tally in his favour.
“Well, my lack of patience helped you.” It was unexpected but Gamora smiled at him. A genuine smile. And for the first time, she could see why Peter thought Quentin was so pleasant. That didn’t mean she would forgive him or even like him. But Gamora couldn’t help but be surprised to see him pick up the mess he made with the pop-corn (his fault, really.). “But you’d prefer if I wasn’t around. Look, I-- I’m here because Peter wants to share the things he loves with me and I may not always understand why he likes it so much but I want to try and see it for myself. If I’m asking question it’s because we don’t have movies in space. I didn’t know what it was. I’m just trying my best.”
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“Yeah, like, Terrans seem to have loadsa different powers, the mutants, an’ I heard someone’s takin’ ‘em, so…maybe he saw an opportunity t’snatch some.” Peter doesn’t think he should really smile at her right now, but he knows she’s trying, so he gives her a small smile. “That ain’t what I meant, babe, I meant we’re gonna make it outta this battle.” Not knowing what else to do, he pulls her into a hug. “’S okay t’be terrified. I’m pretty scared too. We built somethin’ great, you an’ me, and I don’t want that asshole t’come destroy it.”
“How would Thanos know about mutants? We didn’t. We can’t just assume he kidnapped people and we have to search for answers.” When Peter pulled her into a hug, Gamora felt like crying. Instead, she chose to focus on finding answers about Thanos “So, you know mutants, right? Maybe you could... ask about someone who can create portals and illusions?”