[ He opens his mouth to encourage Gamora to think it out a little more, but—

There's Ducky again, nudging at his arm, and he huffs out a breath – something caught between a sigh and a laugh. ]

Maybe. Maybe not. I guess we'll have to cross that bridge when we get there.

[ And the bird-thing drops its head across Peter's lap, trying to get at the little pile of fruit beside Peter's hip. This time, Peter does laugh, and he tries to shove Ducky back. ]

Dude, quit it.

[ Then, to Gamora, ]

Did you want anymore? 'Cause I'm pretty sure this guy isn't gonna leave me alone till it's all gone.