"Nope, and looking back, I mean, it made sense. I ...have like a soulmate or something in another universe. There were two versions of her here, and then ...she was gone." Peter looked down and focused on Darcy's foot. The toenail polish was glittery. That seemed to make sense.
Clearing his throat, he continued talking. "Anyways. When Gamora left the first time, and Darcy broke up with Loki ...we were both pretty fucked up. We were basically each other's wing person, and we made a lot of stupid, inappropriate decisions. And then Darcy was gone and I had to figure out if I wanted to drink myself stupid or not ...and then Gamora came back. So that was cool ..until again, she was gone."
He sighed and leaned back on the couch.
"So yeah, long story? No, we never did anything. We were both too fucked up for that, and probably never sober enough to consent to anything and that's pretty fucking important to me....and who knows? Other you seemed to like the magic. You had like this magic snake, and had Allspeak or some shit. It was neat. We prank called Germany a lot."