It is a beautiful thing for Gamora to picture. She vows to hang onto the mental image and the tender sensation of his soft kiss that follows. This is a better thing to dream of than the nightmares of the past by far or a possible future of horrors.

What Peter says registers a beat later. She nods mechanically as she accepts the plate. "Right. I have to feed them." She sits up just enough to properly bite into the toast. It isn't until she swallows the first bite she realizes how hungry she actually is. Gamora is quickly working her way through it.