[ For a second, he looks totally shocked, eyes wide as both hands instinctively wrapped around Gamora's arms. A few other skaters snicker a little at them, but they move on soon enough – not that Peter seems to notice, because he's still staring up at Gamora.
Her hands are pressed against him, and she's sprawled atop him, and her curls fall over her shoulder in a way that strikes him as familiar, and—
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Her hands are pressed against him, and she's sprawled atop him, and her curls fall over her shoulder in a way that strikes him as familiar, and—
He splutters with laughter. ]
Your face—
[ Sorry, Gamora. ]