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ASGARD GENESIS - TEST DRIVE #2

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❧ optional scenario.
A thunderstorm seems to have taken over Asgard's sky, dark clouds hanging eerily low and crackling with energy. The entire city is cast into a gloomy grey, the actual colors of the plants and buildings just a little more dull than normal. The air feels thick and heavy, even indoors, and the weather seems to be having varying effects on everyone.

A sudden clap of thunder might bring back a sharp memory of the last time you were truly afraid of something.
A bright flash of lightning might make your heart race with excitement and a sudden drive to do something you ordinarily wouldn't.
The heavy downpour of rain might make you inexplicably sad about something, whether real or imagined.

These effects might only last a second, or perhaps they stay with you all day. Maybe you just have to get out of the rain and dry off, that's all - perhaps it's just normal weather.

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a. awakening

[The last thing she remembers is falling and that terrible face fading out of sight. Her throat is still sore from screaming when she comes to with a start. Gamora wishes she could feel truly at ease at the sound of that woman's face. Thanos is nowhere to be found or the guardian. She's clearly on another planet unless things have somehow changed from the soul stone's trade.

Even so she knows what it's like to have her feelings toyed with. She can't trust these women who have shown themselves to her, but the bar is on the ground right now. They're not Thanos. She'll go along with them for now if only to see why they're claiming to be at a place that should be dead.]

b. Fregnahöll

[One thing holds true no matter the galaxy: libraries are a great place to find answers. Gamora takes off to Odin's district for information. She can be found going through the stacks to see what exactly the people in charge deem is worth knowing. Evidently the answer seems to be a bit of everything, but it'll take Gamora a while to reach that conclusion. Feel free to join her or wonder why she's stomping through a library with such determination.]

c. Optional: Thunder + Rain

[She is on her way back when the storm starts. Gamora doesn't think anything of it. She's been every variation of cold and wet before. It's one of the perks of being raised by a monster: the weather isn't much of a bother. What does get her is how her mood seems to change with the storm. She feels both anxiety and sadness that settles into her bones going on and off like a switch.

Both her hands curl into fists as she continues to walk back to shelter. What else can she do, but endure it? Maybe someone will be concerned why this strange woman is either shaking or withdrawn at any given moment during the storm.]

D. Wildcard

[PM with ideas or just leave a prompt. I will roll with anything.]

[ He's been in the city for a few days now, the crimson gem in his bracelets signalling Tyr's claim, but Peter still doesn't feel at ease. Everyone has been very welcoming and there's some of the Avengers in Asgard, giving him the comfort of a familiar face but..his team isn't here. His family isn't here. And the most important one of them would still be missing even if Peter were back home.

When it starts to rain on him it almost feels like the weather is matching his gloomy mood. The rumbling thunder startles him and suddenly his chest feels thigh and he's reminded of Knowhere, of being among the Collector's destroyed museum, his Quad blaster aimed at Gamora's head. He almost trips and really, walking down the street is the worst time to ever have a breakdown.

Shaking his head to make the memory and feeling of dread go away, Peter turns his head to the side and ends staring at a ghost. He would recognize that green skin and hair everywhere no matter what and only the shock stops him from running up to her. It doesn't last, of course, a moment later Peter's springing towards the ex-assassin. ]

Gamora! [ She's so close and alive, and it can only be her, right? His eyes aren't playing tricks. Peter comes to a halt a few steps from her, hand already reaching out to touch her face before he stops himself. The last time she didn't know who he was. ]

[Gamora hears herself proclaiming This isn't love! and the iron tight grip on her arm when the thunder rumbles. It's fitting or maybe a joke from the universe that she's broken from that painful memory by Peter. She looks up from the pavement to see him. It feels like her chest is going to rip apart.

She knows she should be dead. Somehow this place had caught her before she could hit the ground, but that doesn't change the truth of what is about to happen to her. It tears her apart to know that while facing Peter again. She feels the terrible guilt of asking him to do something against his very nature for the good of the galaxy and knowing it didn't make a difference in the end. They both faltered when it counted just like right now.

Neither of them are moving because it's too good to be true. In the end, it's Gamora that moves first. She guides his hand to her face, tears pouring down her face the second she registers the warm touch of his hand. This is the part where she should remind him how much she loves him. She should reassure him everything will be alright. They're the Guardians of the Galaxy. They always find a way, don't they?

All she can do is sob instead because they didn't. She's going to die with only abuser and the guardian of the stone as witnesses. It hurts so much even if the storm hadn't left her in a state of sadness and terror. Her head comes down to rest on his shoulder. She'll pull it together just like she always does. Just give her a minute.]

I... [ I can't believe you're here. I missed you. I love you. Please, please remember me. All that and more goes through Peter's mind in a frantic rush but the words die in his throat. Watching her silently weeping is worse than anything he's ever experienced. Gamora always been the one in control of her emotions, sometimes far too much, and seeing her pain so raw and open is tearing him apart.

He's frozen in place until she reaches out, pressing his hand against her face, stealing his breath and the heat from his skin. Peter had been struggling to keep his own grief at bay but that action breaks all his self-control. Tears mingle with the rain and his gasping echoes around them when Gamora moves closer. ]

You're here, you really are here. [ Before he can draw in the air his lungs needs, he melts into her form, wrapping his arms around Gamora as they cry. If this turns out to be some sort of cruel joke from the Gods he swears on everything holy, he will burn this damned city to the ground.

His whole body is shaking, crying to release the tension of these past last days and their stolen time. Peter can't tell how long they stay like this, getting soaked by the rain, he just knows he's making a fool of himself crying like a baby but he can't stop. One of his hands brushes her hair as if Peter can't quite believe she's not part of a dream but needing to comfort her either way. There's reluctance to stop hugging her, least she disappears, but she might get sick if they stay under the rain. Peter pulls his head back slightly and squeezes Gamora's shoulders, trying to get her to look up to swipe here tears with his thumb. ]

I thought I lost you forever.

[There's a lot to say about the fact that she only allows herself tears at what should be the end. It hurts to hear him cry too. She's never been good at seeing Peter in any kind of pain. She knows it's necessary. Peter somehow knows that she shouldn't be here too. He deserves the chance to get that pain out. She knows he'll never be able to fall apart with their family. He'll have to keep them together on his own, she thinks. Gamora doesn't envy that task.

She wraps her free arm around his waist. It feels like the hold each other forever before he starts to draw away even slightly. Gamora manages to find her composure even knowing he didn't think anything. He did lose her forever. This place changed things for both of them. It saved her.

Gamora doesn't have the heart to correct him. She finally looks up, offering a watery smile.]

I'm here, Peter. [That is the kindest version of the truth. She lets him thumb away her tears. As always she is moved by his consideration. She also doesn't forget which of them needs the most care. Her smile fades as she remembers once again how vulnerable he is to the elements compared to her.] We need to get you out of the rain.

[She unwraps her arms long enough to reach for one of his hands. It's only been five minutes and yet she's ready to start dragging him to safety. Some things never change.]

[ Peter really can't bring himself to care about how it's done, how the magic here can cheat death. He only knows it happen, is good enough for him. If he doesn't just accept it so casually, he could drive himself mad thinking about all his past mistakes, the things that could have gone better and the way he could have saved her. It's what he had been doing since he woke up in the city, not even able to rest at night without nightmares, and he's so, so tired. He just wanted her happy and alive, Gamora deserved that and more after the life she had.

It takes all his willpower not to lean in and kiss her after seeing the small smile. Unlike her, Peter is still crying, eyes wet and tears quietly spilling down his face like a small child. The side effect of the past stress and the current lingering fear caused by the rain. And then her concern makes itself obvious as if he's the one vulnerable here. Which, in all fairness, it's true. But it's such a Gamora thing to do that Peter chuckles, a sound that turns into a brief sob before he can catch himself. Some things never change, indeed.

After nodding, he would do anything she asks of him and more, Peter gives her hand a squeeze and reluctantly looks around them. He's assigned to Tyr's house but he shares a bedroom with someone else, so going there means they won't have privacy. Besides, Peter knows they can't stay the night in a god house different than their own without growing increasingly anxious and sick. There's no way in hell he's leaving Gamora's side so he looks down and gives her hand a small tug. ]

Let's go to Gladsheim Palace. I'm sure we can find an empty room to warm up. [ He has so many questions and so many things he wants to tell her that Peter wants to smack himself for not thinking about the most important one. ]

Oh, shit, Gamora...Thanos was stopped. It took a lot, more sacrifices, but his army and he are no more. [ Peter tries to keep his voice low, gentle, without trying to show his disdain for the mad titan because he was still someone she grew up with. ] We're free, you're free. It's over.

[He's breaking her heart steadily. It wouldn't take a genius to work out how badly he is hurting. Gamora finds herself wondering who will care for him now even as she carefully avoids thinking about the future. A part of her is certain her love for Nebula doomed the galaxy. The worst part is knowing she would never take it back.

Gamora lets him lead the way. She realizes he must have been here longer. She hasn't heard of that place before now. She's content to let him take the lead on this. They don't make it far before Peter chimes in with more information. Gamora stops despite herself.

She's the most dangerous woman in the galaxy, but the information is a suckerpunch Gamora can't shake off easily. It's so hard to believe. If anyone, but Peter told her this, the ex-assassin would probably live up to her reputation and cut them down without hesitation. It sounds like a cruel joke. Almost her entire life had been dictated by the whims of a madman. His threat can't truly be over. It's an illusion just like the last time. He'll come back to life just to tear everything to pieces again.

Peter would never lie to her about anything significant. If he says she's free, she's truly free. They're finally free from Thanos.

She can't breathe. Gamora has to grab onto Peter's arm to keep standing. She's free. It's so overwhelming that she physically can't handle cope with it just yet.]

[ Everything is overwhelming for both of them but now that she's here, Peter feels like the missing part of his heart is back. They will get better, eventually, with a little time. Things have never been normal or sane or good in their lives but they'll get each other through this, Peter is sure.

He almost makes a small squeak of distress at her reaction. It's no worse than what he's been expecting but seeing her fight to get air in is still awful. He has no idea what exactly happened between Thanos and Gamora on Vormir before the asshole murdered her and Peter can only hope he didn't make things worse by mentioning that monster. ]

Ey, ey, baby, it's okay, I promise. It's going to be okay, just focus on my voice. Take a deep breath in for a few seconds, hold it, then let it out slowly. Could you do that for me? [ She's already gripping at his bicep so Peter raises his free hand and pulls some of the wet hair away from her face and cups Gamora's chin. ]

It's all fine back home, the others are all right. Drax is still walking around without a shirt on, Thor taught Mantis a strange dance the other night, something from a videogame and it looked ridiculous. But they seemed to have fun, he's traveling with us now. And...and Groot! He's going to have another growth spurt soon, Rocket has been talking about that with Nebula for days, I think he misses climbing him and...

[It's an easy ask only because it's Peter. She follows his advice mechanically: deep breath in, hold, and release slowly. It's all she can do. This is new territory for her. Gamora doesn't panic on her own. Mantis never used that ability on her after that incident. In all fairness, she hasn't been truly free from Thanos since the fateful day they met. Gamora always knew she was on borrowed time. Thanos was always going to find her.

(No, she won't ever let herself believe the lie he tried to spin about letting her go. She knew him too well. He never let anything he deemed his free.)

It's hard to accept he isn't coming to terrorize her and her loved ones again. She's not focusing on how this reality is more impossible than showing up alive in Asgard to begin with. Gamora is focusing on breathing and listening to Peter. It helps to hear about her family. She closes her eyes to picture it for herself. She smiles because to Gamora that sounds perfect. She wants nothing more than to be there with their beautiful family. In this moment she misses them so much that it physically hurts.

Her eyes flutter open at the mention of Nebula. Her breathing is more even now as she takes in that her sister is alive and with family. She managed to do that much right.]

Are you sure he's dead? It's not like before. You're sure? [Her gaze is desperate, but resigned. Gamora will believe him even if that little girl will always find it impossible to believe her monster is dead and gone. She doesn't just love Peter more than anything. Gamora trusts him that much too.]

[ Peter keeps a small smile on his face, soft and encouraging, as he speaks. He can do that and babble reassurances for as long as Gamora needs it. It's probably been a really long time coming, the need to get it out of her system and be vulnerable. Peter's been there many times before, feeling like falling and having the comfort of knowing she will catch him. He can do that for her now while rain falls over them.

Something eases in his chest when her breathing starts to even out and doesn't miss the reaction that mentioning Nebula gets him.]

Totally gone, I saw him fade into dust myself knowing he had lost.

[ He leans in, first kissing Gamora's temple, then lower. His lips brush over the marking on each of her cheekbones, kissing her tears softly. The silver lines are another of Thanos's scars that might never go away but to him they sign of how strong she's always been.]

And your sister, you should see her. Nebula is a proper Guardian now, has been for a little while, and I swear I almost saw her smile once at something Rocket said. Or maybe it was at me tripping and falling on my face.

[ He adds in the end, smile turning into a small grin and aiming to cheer Gamora up a little. Peter's still concerned about the rain, she must be soaked to the bone right now, but they can stay here until she's ready to move.]

[She never keeps track of who does what when it comes to their relationship. (Outside chores. She will forever refuse to live in a disgusting place.) It does feel good to fall apart and let him guide her back to one piece again. Her eyes flutter shut again as he kisses her tears away, brushing over eternal reminders of where she came from.

His kindness is a gift to her. It pushes away the conflicting emotions at Thanos' death and allows her to focus on the future. A tiny bubble of laughter escapes her. Nebula definitely laughed at him falling on his face. She can picture it too clearly.] We really need to get out of the rain.

[She looks up at him like she can somehow convey a lifetime worth of love and gratitude in a glance. Even now it's hard to believe that the guardian of that stone could ever think what that monster gave her was love. Love to Gamora is a comforting hand when your sister is in pieces in front of you, it's making the woman you love laugh in the middle of a storm, or taking turns holding the baby of the family.

Gamora leans up to press a kiss to his lips on impulse, breaking away soon after. If she's soaked from the rain, he can't be feeling any better. They have time now.] Come on.

[She guides him to move with her towards the direction they were heading before, refusing to let go of his arm for now.]

[ It really is a miracle how much the Guardians have taught each other, even with simple things like keeping the place clean so no one ends irritated and tries to kill the others. They're still disorganized, the tables always with some tools or pieces of half-built bombs scattered around, but Peter does make an effort and goes through his chores without much complaining. He's even keeping his room at Tyr's place neat. So what if it's only been a few days since he moved there, it still counts.

Peter makes a small sound of agreement at the idea of leaving and then flushes a little under her stare. She looks so beautiful. There's so much relief it feels close to choking him, and wouldn't that be the most ridiculous thing? To be breathless because you feel so happy? Gamora's lips are on him before he can process it but Peter quickly closes his eyes and chases her taste before she pulls away.

There's a soft, relieved smile on his lips as they start heading toward the castle. They keep the closeness as they walk, both reluctant to move away from the other for more than a few inches. ]

And here I thought you liked me with my shirt wet. I promise is a sight to behold. H[ e jokes against her skin, nose nuzzling the curve of Gamora's ear before Peter kisses her temple. It's the worst time to be flirting but he knows she's used to him being ridiculous and some degree of normal stupidity would do them good.

It takes a few minutes until they reach the castle. Frigga and Sigyn don't seem to be around, unlike the first time Peter woke up here. It's not surprising considering the massive size of the castle but he looks a bit lost for a moment. Peter rubs the back of his hand over his face to brush off the raindrops and tears before taking a better look around, his other arm still interlinked with Gamora's. There's a fancy staircase by their left, it almost looks like out of a fairy tale. ]

Bedrooms are usually on the second floor, right? We should see if we can find a blanket or a few towels.

[She chuckles despite herself. This is absolutely the worst time to be flirting. Gamora finds it as charming as ever. Really has his timing ever been good? That's part of what she loves about Peter. He always finds a way to seize the moment. She shoots him a look that fails to reprimand him in any way before they walk in silence the rest of the way.

Now that they're at the castle, Gamora has a better idea of where to go. She's done some exploring already to the surprise of no one who has ever met her. She always searches any place she ends up for potential dangers. She nods at his question, drawing away just enough to take the lead in retrieving them from a nearby storage room, ignoring how she's dripping all over the place thanks to that long hair of hers.] I found the towels here earlier.

[Gamora glances back up at him without skipping a beat.] Before you say anything else, yes it is all a part of my secret plan to get you out of those clothes and into a towel. You caught me.

[Yes, she is pleased with herself for beating him to the punch this time. Thank you for very much. Reluctantly, Gamora truly breaks away from him to grab a small stack of them. They'll thank her when she stops dripping all over their floors.]

[ Biting his lower lip and raising his eyebrows, he gives her a look back of mock innocence. Hah, he heard that chuckle, Gamora, you can fool him no more. Peter knew you would enjoy it. Or he figured she would think him a silly man. Either way, it helped to relax the tension and Peter himself starts to feel less on edge. His hands have stopped shaking and he's no longer silently crying, small steps.

Somehow, he's not that all surprised when the ex-assassin immediately seems familiar with the place. Gamora has always been good at these kinds of things, with a great memory and even better instincts. So he follows her like a lovesick puppy and when she jokes, Peter's eyes light up. Had he been a real dog, his tail would be swaying from side to side.

Gamora's hair looks a deeper shade of red when it's wet, Peter has to restrain himself from reaching out and running his fingers thought he soft locks. His own hair is messy from the rain and the wind, almost the way it looks when he wakes up from sleeping, but he pays it no mind. He opens his mouth to say something about the towels, then closes it when she cuts him off, and finally, he's back to grinning. ]

I knew it! [ Leaning in, Peter pecks her on the lips, stealing a kiss and one of the towels from her hands. A moment later he's putting the fabric over her heard like a wedding veil, and starts drying her hair to the best of his ability. Enhancements or not, she could still catch a cold. Maybe? Perhaps... ] But this body is for your eyes only, so let's get into one of the rooms.

[The longer they're together, the harder it is to keep up the illusion she doesn't appreciate his antics. (A struggle James Rhodes and Pepper Potts know all too well.) She's still smiling when they kiss. Gamora does manage an indignant huff at how he's turned things around her. She's supposed to be getting him dry!!!

Rather than voice that, she rolls her eyes, snakes an arm around his waist, and proceeds to direct him back upstairs. Gamora heads towards the room she occupied earlier and pushes him through the door first. She shuts it behind them, tossing the towels off to a nearby chair so she can undress.

Gamora shrugs off her jacket onto the floor before leaning over to toss one of those towels at Peter.] Dry your hair before you catch a cold.

[She busies herself with getting her locks dry enough to undress without hair clinging to her.]

[ Joking aside, Peter doesn't want to worry her, she must have a lot of questions already, so he behaves like the adult he's supposed to be. The towel is left around Gamora's shoulders and he allows her to lead him up the stairs and into the room, leaving wet footprints on the floor behind them. Peter doesn't want to be clingy but he also wants to stay close and keep her warm despise both being soaked to the bone.

Once that his wet hair is pointed out, Peter begins to realize how cold he is as well. His jacket joins Gamora's one on the floor, and then towels his hair dry. Or tries. What Peter accomplishes is making his hair stick in all directions before he runs a hand through it to more or less get it back to normal.

His wet shirt is next, he it over his head but instead of dropping it on the floor, Peter turns and leaves it on the nearest chair. Gamora likes things organized, and while jackets are fine on the floor, the rest of the clothes are not. Peter looks over towards her with a coy smile, the ever-present flirtatious attitude forgotten. All he wants is to hold the woman he loves, nothing more is needed. They never really get a lot of peaceful moments just the two of them together. ]

[There is a pile of books walking towards Gamora, wait... no. There are arms under those books, and a little head of blonde hair behind the pile as Alice is making her way back to her spot in the library only she had to pause because the aisle she was in had someone else in it. She paused and tilted her head to look up.]

Ah! I do beg your pardon, miss.

[She's green! Completely green! And she's so pretty!]

There's no need. I'm in your way. [Gamora only pauses for a second before moving out of the way. It doesn't take her long to notice that the stack of books is actually a small girl. She feel obligated to at least offer some assistance.] Do you need help?

Oh, that would be very kind of you, thank you, miss!

[Alice paused trying to shift the books for a better hold.]

[It isn't as if Ariadne doesn't see Alastrians every day. She does. Aunt Lysia. Uncle Tahafra. Her own reflection, even. But the thing of it is, Alastrians are taught from a very tender age--carefully, painstakingly taught--that if you show your real face around humanoids, the best you can hope for is to be shaved bald and left for dead. The worst is...utterly incomprehensible.

All that to say, when Ariadne spies someone with skintone eerily similar to hers, she feels a jolt of panic go through her.

Not safe. Not safe. Not safe.

Maybe she can't transform? That happens sometimes. Ariadne's own father couldn't manage it. And as it is, Ariadne is feeling a strain, just trying to maintain her mask.

Well. There's a reason why Alastrians are pack animals. Safety in numbers and all. So she quickly picks her way over to the stranger, hands wringing in concern. She can't help but notice the woman's hair is shorter than average for an Alastrian.]

Did hunters get to you, cousin?

[Gamora can see it in the woman's frame before she even comes her way. There's an obvious concern for her well-being. It's as appreciated as it is unnecessary. Gamora never truly lets her guard down in public, but even so she steels herself further at the woman's words.

There's no argument from Gamora about being cousins. She's travelled the galaxy. It isn't unusual for some groups to refer to even strangers in such friendly terms if they are anything alike. Gamora can't pick out how aside from being female in appearance just yet thanks to that masked appearance.]

Should I be expecting them too? [She isn't concerned. She is, after all, the weapon by simply existing. If someone is hunting women, she'll deal with them.]

[Ariadne frowns a little. It's been so long since she's seen on of her own kind, other than Lysia and Tahafra. She immediately can't help but feel like a disappointment, somehow. The again, this woman has clearly traded in her wings too, even if she's so bold as to walk along with her natural skin.

It's a bit of a puzzle. But a puzzle's never stopped Ariadne from coming to the defense of anyone. Even humanoids.]

I don't know.

[She has a voice that's deceptively childish. One could easily mistake her for a child, if not for the fact that she's grown into her own.]

I don't know much of anything about this place yet. I can barely pick up any scents.

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ASGARD GENESIS - TEST DRIVE #2

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