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Peter Quill: Man among Dudes (absolute_badass) wrote in snapthread,
@ 2019-06-06 09:40:00

Entry tags:

gamora (mcu), peter quill (mcu)

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.

God, he didn’t wanna be creepy.

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absolute_badass
2019-06-13 02:01 am UTC (link)

It would be fair of her, of course, to be afraid of something that had given her nothing but anguish in the past by people who hadn't used or understood the idea of love properly in the first place. But so long as she wasn't going to comment on it just yet, neither was Quill.

It didn't matter anyway. Eventually she'd learn that he was -- well. Not harmless. Star-Lord wasn't harmless and hadn't been for a long time. But he was soft when it came to her, and when it came to family.

He'd been daydreaming a little bit about having some sort of house (weird), about coming to sit on the porch steps and looking over to see Gamora doing the same thing. It was a nice little thought. Maybe he could invite her over for a drink. Coffee? He'd never had it, but maybe he'd like it and he could share it.

Her words, though, pulled him out of his day dreams. "My what?" He asked, a little stupidly because he was shocked by it, and the way that Gamora sounded genuinely displeased about it but was maybe trying not to. "I don't -- oh. The girl on the thing? No? I don't even know her."

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why_is_gamora
2019-06-13 09:58 pm UTC (link)

Gamora could have not mentioned it, there wasn't a need to bring it up. Except that maybe she wanted him to know that she didn't like it. It wasn't any of her business and maybe she had no right to dislike anything about his life, but she did. Not to mention this whole alternate reality thing was something Gamora didn't know enough about to trust.

She wasn't annoyed, it clearly wasn't his fault but maybe it was the only way Gamora knew to show that she cared about what he was doing, that he shouldn't move on from how he felt.

And that she didn't want to have to stab him for saying one thing and doing another.

"Good," Gamora said as she crossed her arms. "We don't know her, she could be dangerous." It was a stretch, but it sounded good.

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absolute_badass
2019-06-15 09:44 pm UTC (link)

Peter was getting that -- he was a little absent minded sometimes, a little plucky as he'd once been called, but he wasn't stupid. He could pick up what she was putting down, even if Gamora was putting it down fairly subtly. Sort of. A little bit.

He did his very best to not look too pleased by what she was saying, because that felt like -- like being smug, or something. And he didn't want that.

No stabbing was necessary on this front, he figured. Even if he also kind of thought that there was nothing seemingly untrustworthy about Kitty Pryde either. He simply... did not know her. Still. "You've had a look around," he said, daring to glance over at Gamora. "If you have time later, maybe you could give me a tour. Otherwise, I'll just wander around myself. No big deal."

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why_is_gamora
2019-06-16 10:43 pm UTC (link)

Gamora wasn't one to worry about competing with others for attention, the only reason to compete was for a physical victory. Truly she wasn't worried about it, if he found that he liked that Kitty then the love he spoke of certainly hadn't been sincere and that would solve many of her problems. But Gamora didn't want to encourage him to forget her so easily, what she needed was time to get to know him and make up her own mind on things.

He glanced across at her and she looked back, intrigued by him and less self conscious now she was a few drinks deep. "Yes," Gamora agreed after a moment. "I can show you in the morning."

They'd looked through the houses earlier as they'd chosen their own and Gamora knew that the one beside them was empty but there was a bed, a few basics and enough for him to be comfortable. As they started up the street there were lights on in a few others and she wondered just how many people were there and when and where they were from.

"This is Stark's house, he's alive here," Gamora pointed out.

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absolute_badass
2019-06-18 01:10 am UTC (link)

He wasn't going to forget, and he wasn't going to change his mind or opinion. Even if she wasn't here, he wouldn't have. She was it, really. Maybe even if he could never have her again. His Gamora had been --

There wouldn't be anyone else.

"Cool," he said of the tour, and then glanced over at the houses in question. It was weird, all the cute little places all lined up in a row, like they were just waiting for people to come fill them up. If he hadn't had other things on his mind, he might have thought it unsettling.

He glanced at Stark's house, chewed his bottom lip. "Good," he said of the man being alive. "I only knew him a little, but he was a good dude." That funeral he'd attended had been pretty bleak. He'd avoid any of that in the future.

"Well," he said after a beat. "Unless you have any more questions, I'm probably gonna turn in."

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why_is_gamora
2019-06-18 11:19 pm UTC (link)

She wasn't sure that she liked the houses here, for one they were houses and she'd never lived in one. All her life she'd been on ships, where things were small and you were always on the move. That's where she felt comfortable. So this? Stuck on the ground? She felt like a target.

Nebula had told her that Stark and Peter had spent time together and Gamora knew any warrior would be glad to know a member of their team had survived. Thanos had always been cold, he'd sacrificed his children without any kindness, but she'd never been able to be so detached even if she appeared to be.

"I might have more tomorrow," Gamora said with a little shrug. "But you should get some rest, I should check on my sister." She nearly just walked away, because what else was there to do or say? The way he looked at her, something about him had her linger and she placed her hand on his forearm and gave a squeeze. After a beat she withdrew and headed next door.

At least he'd be close enough to keep an eye on.

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