For a moment, the swordswoman shuts her eyes and lets herself breathe. Gamora has been a mountain of anxiety since this began. For the horrors Thanos did to her body, she's always been able to rely on it to keep her safe. The thought of losing any of that power is terrifying. Having Peter around gives her perspective. She can't know that for sure. Her eyes flutter open as his thumb brushes over her cheekbones.
"We'll need to go back. The Nova Corps are probably the only ones we can trust not to betray us; not willingly at least." All business. So focused on the plans and stakes that for a second she fails to process what he's saying.
Gamora blinks twice as it finally occurs to her what this means. "You really wanted this?" Even after all this time she doesn't quite get how much he loves her. It still surprises Gamora.
Now that Peter knows the truth, he understands the erratic behavior of her last days better but it doesn't make him any less troubled. On one side, he's static that they get the chance to start a family, on the other, he can understand why everything is so overwhelming and stressful for Gamora and wants to make it better.
"We will go anywhere you want. It's probably for the better that we tell the Nova Corpse, we might not be available for missions for a little while. But don't stress yourself, love. We will figure out a plan. I'm the best at plans."
He gives Gamora a grin, even if he's aware that said plans are often nonsense. They end working in the long run and now Peter is only aiming to calm her a bit and making her smile. Her question makes him fidget in return, looking bashful. "Yes, of course. I think we would be great parents. And there's no one else I'd rather start a family with."
Gamora chuckles softly. His plans are inexplicable and insane. She can't deny they tend to work out. That makes her feel better. There's one obvious threat to them. Gamora knows she won't stop being afraid of it any time soon. The rest seems easier to handle now with Peter on board. He does paint a beautiful picture even while being a little shy about it.
"There's no one else I'd want to do this with either." Gamora confesses softly. She thinks that's obvious in her case. She's never shown interest in anyone else. "I hope they have your eyes. I always thought they were beautiful."
All's well that ends well, they say. So what does it matter if there are some unexpected explosions and fight along the way? From now on Peter promises to be extra careful with the way they decide to act, but it's also up to the other to behave. Until Thanos is stopped, and that doesn't look like it will happen anytime soon, he will always be a looming shadow over them but they can hide for a while. Peter leans in to nuzzle her and then gives her a kiss after that admission, far too giddy to use words at frirst.
"I hope they get your skin color, it's very pretty. And then the green will match the eyes." Keeping an arm still wrapped around her, he reaches for the plate of food he brought her earlier. It's just toast but it might still help to calm her nerves. "You need to eat something, love."
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.
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"We'll need to go back. The Nova Corps are probably the only ones we can trust not to betray us; not willingly at least." All business. So focused on the plans and stakes that for a second she fails to process what he's saying.
Gamora blinks twice as it finally occurs to her what this means. "You really wanted this?" Even after all this time she doesn't quite get how much he loves her. It still surprises Gamora.
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"We will go anywhere you want. It's probably for the better that we tell the Nova Corpse, we might not be available for missions for a little while. But don't stress yourself, love. We will figure out a plan. I'm the best at plans."
He gives Gamora a grin, even if he's aware that said plans are often nonsense. They end working in the long run and now Peter is only aiming to calm her a bit and making her smile. Her question makes him fidget in return, looking bashful. "Yes, of course. I think we would be great parents. And there's no one else I'd rather start a family with."
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"There's no one else I'd want to do this with either." Gamora confesses softly. She thinks that's obvious in her case. She's never shown interest in anyone else. "I hope they have your eyes. I always thought they were beautiful."
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"I hope they get your skin color, it's very pretty. And then the green will match the eyes." Keeping an arm still wrapped around her, he reaches for the plate of food he brought her earlier. It's just toast but it might still help to calm her nerves. "You need to eat something, love."
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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.