[ She likes the way his voice sounds. She likes that softness to it – and isn't that so impossibly strange, too? That they can be soft with each other, that Gamora is even capable of it. Months ago, before the Guardians, before all of this, she never would have thought that a quality of herself, because she'd learned to shut it down. Soft is weakness. Soft is vulnerability. Soft will get her killed.
She doesn't believe that anymore.
Yes, soft is vulnerability. But to be soft with those she cares about? That is not weakness.
She doesn't even seem to realize that a smile has found its way to her lips, and she readjusts against Peter's side, turning her head to press her face against his neck, nosing into his scarf. She can't see the sky anymore, but that doesn't really matter; being close to Peter has become more important in the moment.
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She doesn't believe that anymore.
Yes, soft is vulnerability. But to be soft with those she cares about? That is not weakness.
She doesn't even seem to realize that a smile has found its way to her lips, and she readjusts against Peter's side, turning her head to press her face against his neck, nosing into his scarf. She can't see the sky anymore, but that doesn't really matter; being close to Peter has become more important in the moment.
It might seem like nuzzling. Maybe. ]