Gamora | Peter
Oh, fucking hell. Peter had no goddamned idea what was going on, not even remotely. He'd been out here with St. John -- they'd been ---
What had they been doing? Running. There'd been some screaming, and some swearing and some heavy breathing and shouting. Get it together! But no matter which way they ran, that thing was there in front of them. And behind them. And close, but also too far and -- Peter's blaster was fucked up. Just like back then, with Thanos. Pull the trigger and it was just bubbles. Dozens of soapy, shiny bubbles stopping him from doing what was needed.
Everything tasted like panic and a little bit like blood and Peter was messy with both that and dirt and he wasn't really sure where John had gone (or the thing) but then Gamora was there and he was both pleased to see her and horrified she was here too. "No--you're not supposed to be here," he said, and that was one thing he did know -- truly and absolutely.