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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
2019-06-06 09:48 pm UTC (link)

This Gamora was the hardened one from before she'd met Peter, Rocket, Groot and Drax. From before when they'd all had to learn to work together in order to deal something bigger than themselves. That was how it'd started though, how they'd all become a family instead of a bunch of angry, fucked up people. It sort of hurt, to know that those were things that this Gamora might never have since there was no real to remember them. That Gamora was at the bottom of a cliff somewhere, dead. He hated that, of course he did, but the last time he'd thrown a fit and had feelings about it, he'd been the direct cause of half the universe dying out. Not that anyone had been cruel enough to tell him so when they all got back. But he knew.

He sat when she told him to -- even when he'd been sassy and less obliging, Peter Quill had always sort of been swayed to just how incredibly bossy Gamora was, the clip of her tone that brooked no argument. He pulled the drink sitting there in front of him a little closer and took a swallow without bothering to ask what it was. It didn't matter, not really.

"You have questions," he said, and was trying, he really was, to not just stare at her with sad puppy dog eyes. He knew that Gamora, especially one from this time, was not prone to small talk.