It's been that way since childhood, since Thanos threw her to the wolves of her siblings to see if she would sink or swim. Gamora learned quickly (painfully quickly) that her life depended on her ability to fight, to conquer, to kill, and the fact that she's still here today means she became exceedingly good at all of those things.
And yes, she knows Peter can fight. He did well on Xandar, though she probably would have killed him if Rocket hadn't interfered. Or maybe he would have wriggled his way out like he's done for years in space; given how long he's survived and after seeing him in action, she knows that he's capable. He's strong, he's fast, and he's smart, all of which make him a formidable opponent – especially since (though she probably wouldn't say it to his face, at this point) he doesn't value honor in battle. Cheap shots and dirty tactics are fine, but he can be better.
He has to be better.
(Because she sure as hell won't let him run head-first into a battle with her father or his generals or any of her siblings when she doesn't feel completely and totally confident that he'll come out alive.
That is not a risk she's willing to take.)
If nothing else, doing something is more reassuring than nothing, which is why she drags Peter to the training facility over and over and over. He's started to improve, but at the end of the day, she still slams him into the ground with perfect ease.
At least she's not trying to hurt him this time.
Peter hits the mats, and Gamora stands over him, her foot braced on his chest as she leans a little closer. ]
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It's been that way since childhood, since Thanos threw her to the wolves of her siblings to see if she would sink or swim. Gamora learned quickly (painfully quickly) that her life depended on her ability to fight, to conquer, to kill, and the fact that she's still here today means she became exceedingly good at all of those things.
And yes, she knows Peter can fight. He did well on Xandar, though she probably would have killed him if Rocket hadn't interfered. Or maybe he would have wriggled his way out like he's done for years in space; given how long he's survived and after seeing him in action, she knows that he's capable. He's strong, he's fast, and he's smart, all of which make him a formidable opponent – especially since (though she probably wouldn't say it to his face, at this point) he doesn't value honor in battle. Cheap shots and dirty tactics are fine, but he can be better.
He has to be better.
(Because she sure as hell won't let him run head-first into a battle with her father or his generals or any of her siblings when she doesn't feel completely and totally confident that he'll come out alive.
That is not a risk she's willing to take.)
If nothing else, doing something is more reassuring than nothing, which is why she drags Peter to the training facility over and over and over. He's started to improve, but at the end of the day, she still slams him into the ground with perfect ease.
At least she's not trying to hurt him this time.
Peter hits the mats, and Gamora stands over him, her foot braced on his chest as she leans a little closer. ]
Better.