[ Gamora watches with her arms crossed over her chest, expectant, and—
As anticipated, Peter topples fairly quickly.
She doesn't laugh or look too concerned, mostly because she's seen Peter take far worse hits than this, and he's come out of it just fine; landing on his ass on some ice won't kill him.
She takes that as her cue to give it a shot, and she steps carefully from the snow to the ice. She doesn't fall, though there's a moment of wobbling before she rebalances.
Careful, testing, she shifts her feet forward, which sends her gently skirting across the surface. It's tentative, but—
She drifts past Peter, glancing over her shoulder at him still on his knees. ]
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As anticipated, Peter topples fairly quickly.
She doesn't laugh or look too concerned, mostly because she's seen Peter take far worse hits than this, and he's come out of it just fine; landing on his ass on some ice won't kill him.
She takes that as her cue to give it a shot, and she steps carefully from the snow to the ice. She doesn't fall, though there's a moment of wobbling before she rebalances.
Careful, testing, she shifts her feet forward, which sends her gently skirting across the surface. It's tentative, but—
She drifts past Peter, glancing over her shoulder at him still on his knees. ]
—How do I stop?