[ When the bird's feathers flatten back, when the other birds respond with the same alarmed chirping, Peter glances back between the creatures and Gamora, similarly startled.
He sees the way Gamora's hand wraps around the hilt of her sword, and he realizes he also has a hand resting against his gun. He slowly, purposefully, lifts both hands in a placating gesture.
Gently, in an even voice, ]
Whoa, hey, come on. We're not gonna hurt you.
[ And he glances back at Gamora. Slightly more pointedly, ]
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He sees the way Gamora's hand wraps around the hilt of her sword, and he realizes he also has a hand resting against his gun. He slowly, purposefully, lifts both hands in a placating gesture.
Gently, in an even voice, ]
Whoa, hey, come on. We're not gonna hurt you.
[ And he glances back at Gamora. Slightly more pointedly, ]
Are we, Gamora?