Who: Peter Quill and Gamora (mcu) What: Meeting, again. Where: Pancho’s When: Thursday Rating: Low? Spoiler things?
This hadn’t been what he’d been expecting when Peter wound up in this place - one second on his ship with his crew (and one singularly annoying Asgardian) and the next standing in a courtyard in a place that felt nearly empty and unnatural. Peter was the type to normally take to action before fully investigating, but he’d stopped at the little table anyway, picking up some rudimentary tech and poking at it until he found some communications.
It’d gone downhill from there. Or uphill. He wasn’t really sure, actually.
What he was sure about was that he was a) stuck here, b) engaged to a girl named Kitty in another life which c) would interest him on about seven different levels if d) he’d never met Gamora who e) was here. Even if it was the 2014 version of her who didn’t know him. Maybe she wanted to now though? She’d invited him to drinks. Sure, in order to ask questions, but that was better than her just taking off again.
It’d give them — something. Time, maybe.
One thing Peter had never really needed to feel around Gamora was nervous, but there it was, something in his chest that formed and stuck there. Because he needed to make a good impression. He needed to not come on too heavy or accidentally fall back into the way they used to be, because this wasn’t her. This wasn’t his Gamora.
But it was Gamora. Peter paused in the doorway of the bar that had been incredibly easy to find (there wasn’t much to this place) and spotted her immediately. Not just because she was green, but because— well. It was Gamora. And even if she didn’t know him, he loved her still.