Gamora | Peter
Gamora was nervous, she was downright skittish and that was all new for her to feel or behave as such. She'd been a warrior for so long and then to have all of this crash down on her, the death of her father and all these people who cared for her and loved her. It was a lot and fast and fight or flight raged inside her, because she hadn't been able to grow with those feelings. Nebula was so soft here, gentle with her and it was easier to take comfort in that because it reminded her of being a child. Peter was soft in a totally different way and Gamora had never allowed anyone to be close enough to look at her as such. Not that Thanos would have allowed it anyway.
She hadn't seen a movie before, didn't know how romanticized the gesture was, but had heard someone talking about it through a door. The woman had said it was a good date, he'd given her his jacket. Gamora could see the appeal it was large and would be warm from his body. "I do not get cold," Thanos had ensured that, what use was such a feeling in a weapon? But he was taking off his jacket and it was nice, she wanted to accept the good date gesture.
It was warm and Gamora turned her face into the collar for a moment and breathed in. It hung on her shoulders, down over her hands and the image of it made her smile as she lifted her arm up to wave at him even though her hand was hidden. "Thank you."