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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.
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sudden clap of thunder might bring back a sharp memory of the last time you were truly afraid of something.
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bright flash of lightning might make your heart race with excitement and a sudden drive to do something you ordinarily wouldn't.
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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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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...
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(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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.
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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.]
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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.
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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.]
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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. ]