“This is not how I wanted to visit Terra–” Gamora says in lieu of a proper greeting; of the hug she wants to give him, followed by the slap for worrying her, even though she knows he’s completely capable of looking after himself.
“..or I guess, Fake-Terra-with-additions like it’s some sort of demented theme park… or better yet, a zoo.”
She knows Peter’s silhouette like it’s painted on the back of her eyelids–
“You promised me what exactly– a long walk on the beach, fireworks.. milkshakes.” Gamora keeps her tone light, as if she hasn’t spent hours looking for the right words to tell him when ( if ) she saw him again. “–Nothing about a madman with killer robots for pets. This is feeling awfully like a job.”
Peter may jump head-first into the first signs of trouble, but Gamora is definitely following close behind him.
“It’s only missing Rocket complaining about our pay, Drax and Groot fighting over something inane and the other two somehow managing to break something nearly unbreakable.”
“Ah, well ..” It takes Peter a good second to fully register who it was who addressed him–and all he can do is nod dumbly and laugh aloud when he does. There’s a face he thought he’d never see again–a voice he’d never hear. Quill’s features soften into something fond–relieved, almost, as he crosses the distance between them; he leaves his I missed you unspoken and smiles warmly at her instead.
“This wasn’t how I envisioned you visiting it either.” A sobering pause–and Peter reaches to brush the tips of his fingers against the backs of her hands just to be sure she’s real. “There was less evil conqueror, and more–I don’t know. Dancing?” And milkshakes, and fireworks, and beaches, like she said. And romance. Definitely romance. But Peter decides this is fine, too. They’re together, and both in one piece. That’s all that matters.
He makes a mental note to thank Stark for organizing this gathering.
“Maybe we could still do all those things. It wouldn’t be the first time we’ve dealt with killer robots–” Peter means to suggest it as a joke, but he’s being totally serious. “..After we’ve found the rest of our crew, I mean. And devised a way to get out of here.” He wished that last part was optional.
It's easy to slide her hands into his-- easier than confessing how much she missed him, but Gamora hoped it conveyed her message anyway. "We'll make it work. It fits us.. and the guardians. Besides, demolishing robots can be a nice.. what did you call it? ‘bonding experience’?"
They were stronger together, them and the rest of the guardians for sure, but there was something about existing in the same space together that softened her. As if all the light that Peter exuded made her a better person by proxy.
"Did you get into any trouble?" She could feel an eyebrow raising at the mental image of Peter not causing trouble for once. Gamora didn't mention the trouble she got into ( minor things okay, no murder ) and she's not offering up that information first, because Peter will give her that look.
“More importantly, do I have to kill anyone?”
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