[ Peter glances over at Mantis, uncertainty in his gaze. Yeah, okay, he’s seen that she can hold her own while the world practically exploded around them, but introducing her to shady shit kind of feels like... Like starting a banana by taking a chunk out of the middle, instead of the end. Like dumping red wine on a brand new shirt. Like trying to tear paper out of a notebook, only for an unruly corner to stay stuck in the metal spiral.
It feels kinda wrong, is what he’s getting at.
Which is why he clears his throat, glancing between Rocket and Gamora. ]
Are we, uh. Are we sure about this? [ And he tilts his head toward Mantis with as much subtlety as he can muster.
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It feels kinda wrong, is what he’s getting at.
Which is why he clears his throat, glancing between Rocket and Gamora. ]
Are we, uh. Are we sure about this? [ And he tilts his head toward Mantis with as much subtlety as he can muster.
(Sorry, Mantis.) ]