[ Despite how drowsy he is, how much she knows he's had to drink, the answer still startles Gamora. For a moment, she says nothing, her hand still in Peter's, and then she carefully leans over to brush the softest of kisses against his temple. ]
I'd like that.
[ Because where else would Gamora want to be? So much of her wants to cling to what she has with Peter, with the Guardians – wherever they are right now – and if this little family of theirs can hold together forever...?
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I'd like that.
[ Because where else would Gamora want to be? So much of her wants to cling to what she has with Peter, with the Guardians – wherever they are right now – and if this little family of theirs can hold together forever...?
What more could she possibly want? ]