Gamora | Peter
Of course he didn't want to possess her. He'd seen people who were like that and hated them for it. Ego had been like that, not caring about him or anyone else, and just wanting the power that Peter possessed. He and Gamora, they'd killed him together.
Ownership was for stuff. T-shirts and toys and spaceships and songs - special songs. Not people. That was -- that kind of stuff was given voluntarily. Peter would give himself to Gamora with no questions asked if she wanted it. But he'd never just take, and he knew she wouldn't either.
Her question caught him off guard and he glanced away from the screen and over at her, eyebrows raised and curious. He knew she didn't know about it, about all those movies he'd seen as a kid where that very concept was so romanticized that it was ingrained into Peter's brain as just Something You Did. Maybe it was universal and he'd never noticed, because he'd never wanted to give his coat to someone else before.
"Are you cold?" He asked, and was already shrugging out of the red leather like his Ravager's jacket didn't mean anything to him.