[ Once Peter's arm is up, his side exposed, Gamora tucks herself perfectly into him, fitting so neatly against the line of his body. Where she's warmth, the stark chill of his clothing and body beneath are undeniable, and while she doesn't shiver, she shifts slightly for a second.
She looks up to his face once she's comfortable, tilting her head just a bit. ]
Why would I touch you if it wasn't?
[ Really, she'd have snapped his neck by now if this crossed the wrong lines with her.
But she trusts Peter. She trusts that he's not going to do anything inappropriate or put her or himself in a compromising position. She trusts that he's not going to attack her or try to take advantage, so why wouldn't she do everything in her power to keep him warm? The risks for Peter are real, and that aside, she doesn't actually enjoy seeing him suffer through something that isn't his own doing. ]
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She looks up to his face once she's comfortable, tilting her head just a bit. ]
Why would I touch you if it wasn't?
[ Really, she'd have snapped his neck by now if this crossed the wrong lines with her.
But she trusts Peter. She trusts that he's not going to do anything inappropriate or put her or himself in a compromising position. She trusts that he's not going to attack her or try to take advantage, so why wouldn't she do everything in her power to keep him warm? The risks for Peter are real, and that aside, she doesn't actually enjoy seeing him suffer through something that isn't his own doing. ]