ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟɪᴇsᴛ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ (weaponizing) wrote in avengers_logs, @ 2019-01-09 16:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | -complete, gamora, peter quill |
Who: Gamora and Peter
What: REUNION
When: Tonight, after Peter gets home from work
Where: Guardians crib
Rating: Green
Status: Complete
Peter seriously needed to find a new job. It had a lot of perks, he couldn't deny that. Iron Boss didn't care if he came in late, didn't really care if things weren't organized to his liking, and basically let Peter do what he wanted as long as the work got done The downside was he constantly felt like an idiot working around really fricking smart people. The labs were always bustling (he had no idea what any of it meant), scientists were here, there and everywhere, and Peter was just ..typing shit into a computer. That being said, there was minimal work for him on this planet considering his entire resume consisted of 'pirating', pillaging' and 'galaxy saving'. Not really transferable skills. Plodding into the townhouse, he dropped his bag and jacket in a heap on the floor, and kicked off his boots. Never the tidiest to begin with, the house was slowly starting to look like an episode of hoarders. Dishes were piled up in the sink, empty pizza boxes were piled on top of the garbage and there were far too many empty bottles of alcohol strewn around. Without turning the lights on, he walked into kitchen, pulled out a beer and sighed. He could hear noises upstairs, and naturally assumed it was Drax. "I'm not fucking cooking," he called out, taking a drink of his bottle. "And I don't know if I'm eating either. Or if I want to look at your face. Just throwing it out there." It was good to set boundaries. After she'd been assured Peter would be back here later, Gamora did her best to make herself comfortable. She took a hot shower and then, since she didn't have any other clothes, helped herself to one of Peter's t-shirts and a pair of his boxers (clean ones), sliding them on - given the reaction to her emerald-city skin, she doubted she could wander out to buy clothes until she got some sort of device to conceal her very alien-like appearance. Of course. Drax got to walk around with sparkly lips over his nipples and Gamora had to pass as a Terran woman. Cute. But then she heard his voice from downstairs; the sadness and the pain she felt was like a million pieces of broken glass wedged in between the soul Thanos stole from her and her physical body. There was such a heaviness in her heart, but hearing him perked her up a little. The soul stone was tucked away safely out of sight, and so she went to see him - her stealthy, silent steps took her into the kitchen. She stood in the doorway, watching the back of him. "You don't want to see even my face?" Peter froze, beer half-way to his mouth as he felt his heart begin to thud loudly. Every fibre in his being wanted to turn around but his mind was screaming at him not to. This had to be a trick, there couldn't be any way this was real, and yet ....her voice. Gulping down, he slowly turned his body and practically dropped his bottle on the ground, only stopping because really, there was no way he could move his body anyways. There she was, the woman of his dream -- both literally and figuratively -- wearing his clothes, standing there, alive. Alive. Not stuck in a soul stone, not sacrificed to Thanos' sick dream. Right there. His blood was rushing in his head so loud, he barely could process her question. "Babe? Is that really you?" "It's me." Gamora's voice cracked, and she could feel the tears from earlier - the ones that made her whole face burn, that she swore weren't really there. Quickly she wiped at her eyes, because of course assassins - especially her, the most dangerous woman in the galaxies - didn't cry. But the dam just burst and she rushed to him, leaping up into his arms and clinging to him like barnacles to a ship. "Peter - " She needed to take a breath, get oxygen flowing again, "It's me. I'm here, I love you." She did - it took her years to get there, but she did. And when she thought back on it, it felt like her life before him had been nothing but a windowless room - no windows, no doors, just walls that trapped her within. Then he waltzed in, with his tape deck and his charm and obscure references she didn't understand - and she fell in love with him, to the point where she could just let her black diamond heart burst into thousands of glittering pieces. And then Thanos had taken that all away because he was a crazed, genocidal maniac. She'd never forgive him for that, for anything he'd done to her. To Nebula. To the rest of the universe. "Holy fuck," was all he could get out before yes, he did let the bottle drop in order to hold on to her. The cold alcohol pooled around his feet but he didn't care. This was Gamora . Holding her close, he buried his nose into her hair and breathed deeply, inhaling her scent, reacquainting himself with her. His Gamora. Wait. An unsettling thought crossed his mind, almost like a bucket of water. "What's the last thing you remember," he asked cautiously. "He took me away," Gamora said, hands framing Peter's face - she stroked his cheekbones with her thumbs, feeling comforted by the usual prickle that was his signature scruff. She couldn't picture him baby-faced. That wouldn't happen. "Thanos took me away, you couldn't...you didn't kill me and don't blame yourself, Peter, if you really could kill me easily I think we'd have problems." Her arms slid up to loop around his neck, and she pulled him in close to her - chest to chest, torso to torso. "He was torturing Nebula to get me to tell him where the soul stone was - and I did. Of course I did. We went to Vormir, where I knew it was hidden. I didn't think he'd be able to take the stone because it required the sacrifice of a loved one, and he never loved anyone." Then a bitter laugh escaped her, salty and simmering with anger. "Except for me, I guess. Someone who called himself my father - he sent me to my death for this stone." He swallowed thickly and took her hand into his. An assasin's hand, rough with death and yet it always made him feel safer. He hadn't joked when he told Scott he was proud Gamora could destroy him. That power and confidence is what had attracted him. But those weren't the memories he was expecting. With a shuddering sigh, he placed his forehead to hers and closed his eyes. "How much of this place do you know?" now he understood how confused Gamora must've been, him being the second Peter but still Peter . "Cause, I gotta tell ya, you're Gamora, but you're not...the same Gamora who was here with me." Her free hand brushed through his hair, dirty-blonde waves; it was meant to be a comforting gesture, soothing. Gamora wasn't always great with that sort of thing, but with Peter she'd learned to be better - he let her practice, at least. Gave her the space to try. "Dr. Strange explained everything to me," she murmured, brushing her lips over the edge of his jaw. "He said Thanos was defeated here, that we're guarding the stones. I have...I do have the soul stone, Peter. And we'll keep it safe - or bring it someplace else Thanos couldn't know about - " Whatever they decided, it could be dealt with later. "But no matter what, we're together now. That's the most important thing." "That is important," he said trying very hard to centre his thoughts. Why didn't she care that she wasn't the one he'd spent months with? He'd cared about other fake Peter... but that was the difference between them. Peter was emotional and moody and felt everything so vividly and gamora was stoic and strong and god, her lips felt so good and and and "Stop," he pleaded, grabbing her hands and looking at her. "I need, I just need to think and I can't do that with a hard-on." Green eyes met her yellow ones and he almost melted right there. Gamora was never much on public affection, even if in private things were always more intense. "And my feet are wet and smell like beer." "What - " Gamora looked down, assessing either the state of Peter's alleged 'hard-on' or the wet, beer-soaked feet. Maybe both. Then she glanced back up at him, fingers flexing in his hold on her hands. "Okay, where should you think? What should I do?" Of course she didn't give a Shi'Ar skunk's ass if Peter had been with another copy of her; the twisting of multiple universes together barely made sense as it was. Not like he was sleeping with Nebula instead of her or something. "Just --" He kind of looked down and side stepped before pulling her along. "Living room. I need music." Sometimes that was the only way he could collect his thoughts, although really, he just needed to not think about stripping her naked right now. Not that he wasn't planning on later, but his brain was going to explode. A few moments later, Elton John was singing about brick roads, and Peter was able to just sit down, take his socks off and relish this. "Okay," he said after a few minutes. "I think I can process this now. You're here, and that's amazing and I probably have to find a goat to sacrifice or something, but that's okay. You're worth it. Holy shit, babe, I love you so much, and you're here. Again. With me." Gamora didn't protest. She often used knife-throwing or punching something to calm herself, to focus, in the same way Peter used music. She just followed him and settled on the sofa, letting him do what he needed to do to process - and she didn't recognize the particular song, of course. But it was nice. "I love you too," she smiled a little (amazing her face didn't crack, what were smiling muscles), shifting to sit in his lap instead, thighs spread open, knees at his sides. Fingers threaded through his hair, then cradled the back of his neck to keep their faces close. Lips near for easy access when it came to kissing, and she gave him another one for good measure. If Drax walked in with his nipple pasties making comments ('you can't see me, I am invisible') then she might pick up the coffee table and smash it over his head. "What do we do now?" she asked. "I guess...I try to fit in on Terra." The thought made her nose crinkle, or maybe it was just the smell of the place. "Also, Peter...your house is filthy." Peter was enjoying the closeness, his hands settling naturally into the small of her back. With a light tug, he slipped his hands under her shirt, letting the feel of her skin keep him grounded. "Hm?" It took him a few moments to look around the house and see it with her eyes. "Oh yeah," he chuckled a bit, shrugging. "I guess when ...other you that was you but wasn't didn't come back I ...might have completely fallen apart." The house really was filthy, more than he usually let it go. Clutter was normal, yes, but he was suddenly very aware that mice would feel very comfortable in his townhouse. "There was lots of drinking. Darcy..when she was here, she was going through a bad break up too so she was over a lot. Not that we did anything," he hurriedly added. "I mean, like not with her? But with others, and fuck. I don't know what I'm saying. I really wasn't in a good headspace and I did a lot of shit that I am regretting now and it's okay if you're mad. I'd be mad. Probably." And now he was rambling, as he was prone to do. "I'm really sorry. I guess I'm still that fuck-up you beat up on Nova Prime." "And if you're not careful, I may beat you up again," Gamora lifted an eyebrow because oh. That was a lot of information, but she got the gist of it - which was that Peter and this 'Darcy' person hadn't fornicated, so she didn't need to scalp the girl and wear her hair as a wig, a warning to any other cum dumpster who would dare encroach upon her territory. She also picked up on the rambling guilt he seemed to feel for using his male genital organ as a tool to help rid him of his depression. "Peter - " Gamora rested her hands on his shoulders, squeezing gently. "I lost everything. I lost the rest of the Guardians, I lost my sister, I lost you - but now I have you again and I don't want to feel as terrible as I did when my own 'father' threw me off a cliff. If you made some mistakes then fine, but if I see any of those mistakes around here looking for seconds, I'll rip out their spine and make them eat it." Get it? Got it? Good. Peter completely believed she would do that, and he loved her all the more for it. "Babe, with you here? I may still be a complete dick, but at least you're here to keep me on track." And now that that was off his chest, he finally felt like he could relax. Leaning forward, he lightly touched her lips with his, surprised that he was actually shaking a little inside. It reminded him almost of their first kiss: equal parts terrifying and amazing, and he was just so grateful again that she was here. "So now you're here. And we're here. And I'm done thinking, which is easy." Don MacLean was now playing, singing about american pies and rock'n'roll, and it was perfect. This was perfect. With a smirk, he kissed the tip of her nose. "What do you wanna do first? I know you're just dying to clean this place and be an awesome girlfriend, hey?" He fully expected to get hit for that but he couldn't help it. Peter did get hit for that. Or actually, Gamora flicked him in the balls - this was a sensitive area, so she wouldn't seriously hurt him here. Besides, she may need those baby-making seeds later on. "I am already an awesome girlfriend, and someone else can clean this place. Like you and Drax, since you're probably the ones who made the mess," she stated. Them and Rocket, no doubt - she didn't see any evidence of Groot's messes but his rebellious teenage stage had him acting out and not cleaning up after himself either. Honestly, Peter was lucky he was so handsome. She kissed him once more, fingers toying with the collar of his shirt. "I would say you should take me out somewhere, so I can experience Terran cuisine, and then we can come back here and fornicate - but I can't walk around looking like this," apparently, it was frowned upon. Stupid Earthlings. "So we should just skip to the fornicating." He cringed, and remembered how much force she had in just her few fingers. Stronger than him, that's for sure, and he protested loudly at her abuse. Even if he kind of liked it. "Yeah, that sounds like an awesome plan," he started to say, until he realized what the hell was he doing talking when he could be getting laid? Grin firmly planted on his face, he reached under her, and in one movement, stood up, holding her close to him while his lips searched out hers. "God, I missed you...." Peter Quill was a happy man again. His life was complete, and it could only get better from here. |