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@ 2017-06-17 14:26:00

Who: Peter Quill & Gamora
What: Gamora comes over so Pete can show off his celestial stuff, and they have an Important Talk
When: Last week sometime!
Where: Peter's apartment
Rating/Warnings: Nothing much, just seriousness~
Status: Complete

It was a totally confusing, yet totally exciting time. Peter was still teetering on the edge of ‘no fucking way’ and ‘all this time I thought I was a loser’. He still was, in many ways a product of his environment but how could Peter not be stoked at the idea of being half celestial? And this whole time the Ravagers were talking about eating him (nevermind at the age of twenty he was well larger than half of them) he could have zip zapped them and made things go different.

And how did that all affect his dad in this world? Maybe he was trapped? Maybe he was also a Night Rider who got caught up in a grand escapade held up in prison somewhere, unable to get back to Meredith and Peter.

Quill didn’t know. He was just trying to focus on making something more out of the blue energy in his hands, sitting criss cross on his couch in nothing but a pair of boxers and a Fleetwood Mac shirt. His David Bowie and Journey shirts had gone missing…

A strange thing though, the energy seemed easier to manipulate when Peter drifted into happy ‘what ifs’ or thoughts rather than try and think too much. When Gamora arrived he hopped over the back of the couch to get the door and swoop her in with a great big, over the top smooch, lifting her in and shutting the door behind him because he knew she was probably a little testy about the Alyssa Milano thing. She was cute when she got jealous about ladies who were 40 years older than him.

“Hey, I just want to say I’m glad you convinced me to go. I don’t think I ever woulda gave my dad a chance if you didn’t convince me to. Even if it was just the dream memory stuff. You’re just...you’re the best, Gamora.”

Well, that was definitely a greeting. Gamora was slightly breathless (it felt like all the air had left her lungs) but she would never turn down a kiss like this - from Peter, anyway. If it happened to be anyone else who tried they'd get a super punch to the throat.

"I just - " She had to take a minute to form words, hands on his shoulders and traveling down to rest on his arms; a grocery bag of not-ripe space fruits (they looked like a cross between a carrot and a turnip) was slung over her wrist. Maybe they could make turnip pie, or cupcakes. Gamora did enjoy those tiny little cakes. Besides, the 'gift' just made her think of Nebula more - and she didn't particularly enjoy going there. "I wanted you to have the closure, one way or another. No more open questions, no more not knowing."

Admittedly, she didn't have the best feeling about Ego, at least right now from the outside looking in. The Gamora in her dreamscape was willing to give everything a shot because it meant so much to Peter. "Well, what things have you made since you discovered you had the power to warp reality?"

A dangerous power. But Peter wouldn't abuse it, or let it go to his head. He'd get a swift smack if he pushed it.

Peter only smiled lovingly down at her while she spoke, thumb caressing the side of her cheek like he was in a goddamn rom com and cupid shot him in the ass. But he really didn’t care. He leaned down to give her another kiss for his reply, “Well thank you.” He said against her lips. Muah.

He couldn’t but help notice the turnips and chuckled a little, taking one out to inspect it. “Holy shit, you actually got them. Okay, that’s kind of a rip off, like where’s your gun that you don’t need? Or your jetpack?” Come to think of it. Where was the rest of the Milano and his? Though he did suppose celestial powers kind of trumped that at the moment.

Helping her into the kitchen to set the turnips on the counter before answering her question, Quill ran both hands through his messy hair--obviously nothing else had gone down this morning other than waking up with the dreams and sitting on the couch figuring everything out. All scruffy and stubbly as per the usual anyways. But his bright blue eyes were wide with glee and wonder like a kid in a comic store. “I don’t think I can warp reality, it’s not like that but I can use the energy to make things. My dad only showed me how to find it just yet--and we had a catch with it, but I’m sure I can figure it out.”

Taking a couple of steps back from her because he wasn’t sure how celestial energy affected anyone else, Peter took a deep breath and concentrated on what his dad had told him. To find the white light and bring it forth. He couldn’t pull it from his father’s planet, but...it still freaked him out a little when the small ball of energy appeared in his hands, laughing out of sheer ‘oh my fucking god’ and ‘can you believe this’.

“In the dreams I was using my dad’s core as a source of power but..when I held the infinity stone I didn’t. Maybe it just means I can harness...things. I don’t know where this is coming from. But isn’t this crazy?”

“You can harness things,” Gamora repeated, her fingers wrapping around Peter’s wrists as he held the ball of energy in his hands. She was kind of transfixed by the light - of course knew he must have some type of ability, but she would have never guessed that his father was a celestial being. It unnerved her, because she knew that too much power tended to make people do terrible things - you just kept craving more and more and more, until everything was destroyed. Including any semblance of your former self.

She would not let that happen to Peter. Not on her watch. “It must also be your genetic makeup,” she offered. “You are predisposed to be able to tap into certain sources of energy.” Yes, she said tap into - really, he must know what she meant.

“And who is to say I don’t have my space gun?” she added with a smirk. “I just had no need to bring it over. But you will practice this and learn to make more things. I’ll be here with you, if I can help.”

He got a little nervous when she grabbed his wrists, the energy flickering momentarily, not entirely certain if only celestials could touch the energy, but relaxed as she spoke, a smile pulling to his lips. Maybe if he concentrated enough he could make the ball form into a heart.

“Light energy,” Peter repeated, feeling the warmth within him, putting the things his father had said into his mind along with Gamora’s. “Everything is made of energy and matter. That’s how he made his planet. If I can figure out how to harness my energy then maybe I can make things too.” The idea of becoming powerful or being part celestial was the furthest thing from Peter’s head. It was in no better hands, really. At most he was thinking of making giant Pac Man statues, or things to make life easier at work, maybe he could fix things--build a kick ass house, maybe even a ship! He was just as much ten year old Star-Lord as he was thirty-six.

Peter mirrored her smirk, the warmth flowing through him moving to the energy he created and he felt it pull, curious, he let that feeling pull the energy instead of his mind, and the ball twisted and flexed until it was a cute little heart, Quill looking down smugly. “I think you’re already helping.” He let the energy dissipate so he could kiss Gamora again. “What do you think I should make? Something to store all of your turnips in?”

A heart. Gamora never thought she’d be the sort of woman who would appreciate acts such as that - she always appeared to be so hardened by life, and severe, but when Peter did things like this her whole demeanor softened. Like now. Her lashes may have even fluttered, so pleased she was. “Many abilities are driven by emotion - think of happier things,” she advised, and she could only assume that remembering pain and sorrow, pulling on those unpleasant memories, would in turn bring these creation abilities to a dark place. That didn’t seem like a good thing at all.

“Think of me if you must,” she teased, returning his kiss, hands back on his arms to squeeze his biceps before letting go. “I am glad to hear I am helping though. I’m not sure what else to do with these space fruit things, but a place to put them might be nice.”

To that, she made a face at Peter. He didn’t have to, but really. How idiotic was it that this was one of her dream ‘gifts.’ “They just make me think of Nebula anyway,” Gamora sighed.

“It’ll be hard not to, but I’m glad I have permission now.” Peter chuckled, since Gamora made him most happy. His friends, his job, his life had turned around a great deal since moving out here--and who said ex-thieves couldn’t get their shit together?

Wacky weird dreams aside, Peter’s life had never been better. Even better than in his dreams--though it would be cool to be in space. A very hard choice.

Frowning at the mention of her sister, which held no happy reunions, Peter moved some of her dark hair behind her ear. “You want me to get rid of them?” She didn’t really talk about Nebula. Or Thanos, unless she was arguing her misalignment with him or association. She wanted nothing to do with the monster who had taken her and her sister like his own little pets. Peter only knew a little from what Rocket told him and inferred from Gamora herself.

“Or..you wanna..talk about it?” She didn’t get to do that much but he wanted her to know that she could if she wanted to. He was good for more than energy hearts and a good lay, he promised.

“No, it’s...I don’t know. I’ll figure out something to do with them - “ Gamora took one of the fruits and bit into it but of course it wasn’t ripe, and her expression proved that. Oh, well. She would just let them actually ripen on Peter’s kitchen counter.

Moving to sit on his sofa, she patted the space beside her so he’d sit down too. “I don’t know if Nebula is out there, here, but I kind of hope she is. I’d like the chance to start over. In our dreams, me and her just clash so much...” That was an understatement - it seemed like the two of them were constantly pitted against each other, no matter what they did. But that was ingrained in them. It was how their relationship was manipulated by Thanos; it was the only way they knew how to be sisters. To hate each other.

It was tiring. Watching it was even tiring, and Gamora kind of wanted to tell her dream self to stop being so cold and just reach out to Nebula in a way that didn’t mean one-upping each other.

“I am only now beginning to see how much Thanos messed her up. Messed the both of us up.”

Peter didn’t hesitate in sitting beside her, giving her a little bit of space but letting his arm rest behind her on the couch, listening intently. He couldn’t imagine her situation. In this life or the memories. How lonely and agonizing it must have been for the two of them. No wonder she trusted no one and had a hard time letting him in. Initially.

“I think she is. Gabe said we haven’t shown up in almost a year remember? If we’re here, she’s gotta be. Maybe she’ll come and you two can start over. Everyone likes to mention this as if it’s the creto around here but I’m kinda falling for the ‘second chance’ plague the city has hanging over the entrance.” He rubbed her shoulder gently, letting his head lean forward to nuzzle her slightly. “You’re not messed up. What he did was messed up but you...you’re stronger now and you’ve overcome him and whatever he’s done. That means you can have your life, and Nebula can too. Both of you.”

He believed that. Things weren’t going to be candy and rainbows in any world. But there were good times, and everyone was allowed to have them. Even if it took time, years, to understand and get there.

"The second chance plague," Gamora snorted a laugh, but she definitely didn't disagree with the sentiment. It was a nice thought, to look at this live they had been given as some kind of do-over. Especially when they had the knowledge and insight that the dreams gave them. "Yes. I definitely don't want to repeat mistakes. I made many with my sister." She admitted that, sure. No one was perfect, especially not her - she tried to do what was right, but she certainly wasn't perfect. Doing the right thing was...hard sometimes.

Not to mention nurture was a very powerful thing - Thanos had adopted her, raised her, he was the only father she ever knew in both lives. What he did to her mind was very deeply ingrained. That was why she tried not to beat herself up too much about Nebula - wasn't like she could have just dropped everything and hugged it out. Thanos would have dubbed them weak, and killed them right away.

She snuggled in closer to her ~~mate~~ partner, and tucked her head under his chin, her hand resting over his heart. He was warm and safe; of course he was good for more than energy balls and a lay (though the latter didn't necessarily detract from anything). "Peter - " Speaking of family had gotten her thinking. "Would you be alright with us not having children? Or is that...something you want? Biological children, I mean." They could always adopt. But Gamora assumed the natural manly instinct was to 'spread the seed.' Or something.

Doing the right thing was really hard, especially coming from any of their backgrounds. Steal be killed, kill or be killed. Sometimes you had to do what you had to do.

“You're already aware of it so that's pretty much the first step. If she shows up here, you'll be ready. And I'll be here with more turnips in case she needs coercing.” Peter just hoped they wouldn't have to do that anymore. Hard decisions would always be there but if Gamora already felt remorse here then she was already feeling it in their memories. Hopefully Nebula would put aside her crazy tendencies for five seconds and give her sister a chance. He hoped she'd even show up here to give her that closure, someone to relate to in a way he wouldn't be able to.

Peter hummed with a warm, content smile as she snuggled into him, arms enveloping around her all snug as he nuzzled his head against hers. The change of subject was somewhat abrupt but he supposed the thought of family was sitting in her mind. Blinking, he lifted his head slightly to look down at her. “I'd be alright with whatever you want, Gamora.”

It was an odd way to phrase a question and he was trying to figure out the why, but made sure to answer carefully as there was a sensitive topic in here. “I mean, I've always wanted a family, and with the rest of our aholes we've got one. And maybe when the time was right I'd like to be a dad...But if you don't want kids that's alright. I still love you, I'm not calling it quits.” He hasn't understood what she meant by biologically.

Right, Gamora was pretty much the queen of phrasing things weirdly (though granted she wasn't as bad as Drax) or bringing topics up awkwardly. No wonder Peter was confused. "I might want children too, someday, but - "

She sat up a little so she could look him in the eye better, her teeth worrying her lower lip just a bit. "Speaking of Thanos and the many ways he messed up me and Nebula. Not that this will come up anytime soon in our dreams, but...I actually can't have children. Because of the cyborg enhancements," she added quickly. "Obviously I have the same ones here but even before that, the doctors already confirmed. I don't have a perfect uterus."

Did that sound weird? Peter was probably more confused. The word ‘uterus’ tended to do that to men, admittedly.

"So, Thanos basically turned me into a living weapon - one more cyborg than human. I'm sorry."

Peter’s face fell, but not in disappointment but sadness for her. That choice removed from her, amongst other things, making her feel less whole. He didn’t hesitate in pulling her against him in one giant bear hug, arms holding her tightly and face burying into her shoulder.

There was nothing he could do to help or fix what had been done to her. He could only be there, reassure that he was, and would be no matter what.

“You don't have anything to be sorry for. I'd say sorry but it seems worthless here I just...I am so sorry, for what he did to you. I wish there was something I could do to fix it.” He didn't know what a perfect uterus was. But maybe there was another way. “When the time comes, we have a lot of options. Medical science has come a long way and hey, if you decide you'd like to adopt--it's not as though we wouldn't be carrying on the space orphan tradition.”

“I sort of like the space orphan tradition,” Gamora smiled a bit against Peter’s shoulder, her voice muffled. “There are lots of space kids out there who need a family.” She’d found one in the Guardians - and she was sure that no matter what, Peter would make a really great dad when they were both ready.

She only pulled back to be able to rub her nose against his (was that a show of affection based on the traditional Inuit greeting? Perhaps, but whatever it was, the most dangerous woman in the universe would never admit to have done it) and press her lips to his, a sound kiss, before she let herself breathe. “I love you, Peter - with or without celestial powers. You have already helped to fix a lot,” she stroked his cheek, a loving caress - no one could fix things one-hundred percent, but she didn’t feel so broken and lost around him. She didn’t feel like there was anything wrong with her. “And if you wish to find your father here, someday, I will go with you.”

If he wanted her to. Gamora would understand if he wanted to do it on his own, but. The offer was there.

It was just so endearing to see the most dangerous woman in the universe cuddling and exchanging sweet nothings with him. Chuckling as he returned the Eskimo kiss, all but butter against her tender kiss, closing his eyes and leaning into her touch. He could stay there forever..or at least until they got hungry and needed pizza and would have to make some adjustments.

“I love you too, and thanks.” He wasn't really sure if he wanted to find his dad here. Of course the curiosity was always there.

Why did he leave? Why didn't he come back to help Meredith? Would Peter have to kick his ass--or maybe Ego was out there and he'd have to finish rebuilding his ship and go look. “Maybe we'll see. Just to see, just having a dream dad is still a lot.” He chuckled, nuzzling her up again because he was something of a snuggle bear. “One crazy space adventure at a time. There's a lot of familial feels going around.”

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