[ Gamora doesn’t suck at things – or at least, she doesn’t like to believe that she can. She’s used to picking things up quickly, to being good at them – but she’s also used to needing to be great if she wants to survive. Intellectually, she knows that’s not the same with something as frivolous as ice skating, but— ]
I admit nothing.
[ Her lips press into a thin line, and then she’s releasing Peter’s hand to start skating forward again. ]
no subject
I admit nothing.
[ Her lips press into a thin line, and then she’s releasing Peter’s hand to start skating forward again. ]