Peter blinked a little sleepily at the muffin in his hands -- he'd caught it by chance and chance alone and then eyed John up thoughtfully. He didn't look tired, he looked stressed and fidgety and --anxious. And... yeah. That was fair. He'd felt like that a lot lately, too.
It was easier, maybe, with Gamora. Because Gamora had shown up and effectively saved their asses and Gamora was the most deadly woman in the galaxy. Peter didn't doubt his own manliness when he though that with her, he had never felt safer, and would never be safer.
But some nights, even being the little spoon to the most dangerous woman alive didn't always help. "I like that you'd apologize to Gamora but not me," Peter said carefully, because he wasn't sure he wanted to get right into it. He'd been wanting to avoid it.