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( OPEN ) mister blue sky, please tell us why.

Who: Gamora (

godslay) & YOU
What: A catch-all for January.
When: Throughout the month.
Where: Mostly Wyver.
Warning(s): None so far?

1 ) That's Not a Horse

[ Gamora does not have experience with dragons. There were none on her planet, and even less in space, but in Wyver, that isn’t the case.

She’s also discovered that traveling can be a pain, and with the availability of mounts (which she hasn’t acquired for herself yet), she’s drawn to the wyverns she’s regularly seen. She’d prefer something that wasn’t, you know, alive, but given the options, she’s willing to take one for a test-drive, to see what she thinks.

The reins are handed off to her, and she leads a beautiful red wyvern towards the city gates. She runs a palm down the beast’s broad neck, feeling its scales with appreciation, and when it turns its head to meet her eyes, she stares right back into the reptilian slits.

A quiet hiss, and Gamora reaches out to set her hand on its snout. It doesn’t snap at her, and instead, slowly blinks in quiet acceptance.

She’s just about to climb aboard, because she’s going on an adventure.

Come along for a ride? ]

2 ) Stay The Night

[ It’s nearly nightfall out in the Undergrowth, and Gamora’s wyvern is getting fidgety. She remembers what she was told about sending the beast home if she wouldn’t return before sundown, so she pulls the reins taut to stop the mount, glancing over her shoulder at her companion. ]

We should find somewhere to stay out here. He needs to return to the city, and he won’t be willing to take us with him in a few minutes.

[ The wyvern hisses and shakes out its head, tugging against its bridle. ]

… The sooner we get off, the better.

3 ) Disturbing The Dead ( A )

[ Gamora has adjusted to making a living since joining the Guardians. Earning units where they could was normal, which is why picking up odd jobs for silver doesn’t bother her.

So here she is, wandering through this damned crypt with anyone unlucky enough to join her.

She has an excellent sense of her surroundings. She can usually detect traps with little trouble, but when ghosts come into the mix, it’s hard to focus on possible trip wires that will dump her and whoever’s joined her into a dark, unwelcoming pit.

An unholy howl fills the crypt’s passage, and as Gamora whirls around to search for the source, her ankle catches on—

Oh, damn it.

The ground drops out beneath her, and there’s going to be a lot of tumbling down to land in a tangle of limbs in the dark.

Gamora gives a short grunt of annoyance as she lands directly on top of someone.

Oops. ]

4 ) Disturbing the Dead ( B )

[ This has been a long, miserable haul through the dark, and Gamora is in no mood for shenanigans.

At the end of the maze is a stockpile of dusty odds and ends that look like they might be valuable.

Crouching down by the heirlooms, Gamora lifts one up to give it a once-over. ]

This had better be what they want.

5 ) Wildcard

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[ His lips part to speak – mostly on instinct, because Peter always feels the need to say something, even if he has nothing to say.

But his mouth snaps shut, once he realizes what she's implying and what she's referring to, and something anxious and desperate (and afraid) flails in him, trying to keep those dark, unruly thoughts and memories caged in. ]

... That's different.

[ Stubbornly, mulishly. ]

There's nothing to talk about.

Then why would there be anything to talk about for me?

[ To her, Thanos is still that dark cloud that leaves a mess of tangled, swirling fear in her chest, that leaves her feeling helpless and... weak. Gamora is far from weak, but if ever something reduced her to irrationally believing it to be true—

That would be her adopted father. ]

‘Cause this is kind of a big deal, dude.

[ And it’s clear from his tone that he really doesn’t understand why they’re even having this discussion. Like, the shit with Ego was... shit. But the shit with Thanos? That’s, like, a thousand times worse than any crap Peter’s dealt with.

It helps, too, that Ego is dead. Gone. Taken out with the Storm, and even if Peter wishes he could’ve exacted his own revenged, wishes he could have been there to see the bastard die, Peter at least takes comfort in the fact that Ego is gone forever. ]

Like, we’re talking about potentially dealing with an actual, literal, evil super villain, here, so there’s definitely a lot that needs discussing.

[ But... an evil god is up there on the station, and that particular god happens to be Peter's biological father. That's kind of a big deal too, but—

Another short exhale of frustration, because even if Gamora might be trying to encourage Peter to talk about his baggage, that doesn't make her any better about discussing her own. ]

Like what? You know he is there now.

Like— what we’re gonna do if he wakes up?

[ Which basically amounts to... nothing, really. Like, there’s not much preparing they can do for a thing that might not even happen against a guy who, if he’s as powerful as all the secondhand stories Peter’s heard, could probably squash them like bugs. ]

Or how you’re coping with it? Or, like, I dunno. I just—

[ —if he’s honest, he mostly hates the fact that she didn’t tell him. A giant fucking thing like this, and the team didn’t see fit to tell him, because— what? They thought he couldn’t handle it? They thought he was too weak-minded or weak-willed to juggle so many Big Fucking Deals all at once?

And more than that, he thought he and Gamora were friends. Best friends, even, and— okay, maybe Peter doesn’t have a lot of experience on the best friends front, but it seems to him that this isn’t the kind of thing best friends keep under wraps from each other. The shit that’s plaguing them, the shit that keeps them up at night. And, okay, Peter hasn’t been extending that same courtesy, but that’s because the shit with Ego is over. Ego got what he deserved, and it’s done. There’s nothing to discuss, no plans to make, and Peter just wants to let it go.

He pinches the bridge of his nose again, letting out a small, irritated noise. ]

Forget it. I know now. I guess that’s fine.

[ Her lips purse as she watches him stumble for words, frowning at him. ]

You just what?

[ So much for "forget it," apparently.

They're going in circles, unfortunately, and she knows that. It's hard for her to give an inch, and this feels like at least six of them, especially when Peter hasn't been offering up that same kind of vulnerability. He feels closed off from her, and that— makes it harder to peel away her own layers of defense – the kind learned over years of surviving by pretending that all of this doesn't exist.

But here he is, wanting to know what's in her head, but how is she supposed to give that to him when he's boxed everything away for months instead of at least sharing some of that with her? ]

[ He waves a hand sharply, dismissively. ]

Forget it. [ A little more pointedly, this time. ] It was nothing. I wasn’t going anywhere with that.

[ not really, anyway.

He grits his teeth, shaking his head again. ]

We’re not getting anywhere with this.

[ She studies him in the firelight, quiet for a moment, and then—

She just sighs, leaning her forearms against her knees as she looks down to the burning embers. ]

... I'm still afraid of what he might do here.

[ She says it softly, staring at the fire instead of at Peter. It's a small admission, in the grand scheme of things, but from Gamora, it's... something. ]

[ That little admission does a great deal to douse his growing frustration, and his gaze snaps to her. He licks his lips, frowning with uncertainty.

Then, quietly, ]

What is it you think he might do?

[ Other than try to take the place over, or something equally stupid. ]

I would not be surprised if he sought revenge for my betrayal.

[ And knowing Thanos, it wouldn't necessarily be Gamora that he targeted directly.

Her jaw ticks, and she still doesn't look up at him, focused intently on the fire.

And with an almost resigned murmur, ]

He's capable of hurting so many people, Peter.

[ ... You know, this is what Peter was asking for, but he’s realizing how terribly out of his depth he is. ]

He’d have to know you were here for that.

[ There isn’t, like, a directory of folks, as far as Peter’s seen, so on that front, at least, they’re probably safe. ]

If he wakes up, we’ll keep an eye on him. We can watch him from a distance. It’ll be just like any other stakeout job.

[ She looks unconvinced, but eventually, she gives a slow nod of agreement. ]

We can try.

[ They don't have terribly many options, is the thing. ]

We will still be out of our depth, if he does anything.

[ Okay, like “the Mad Titan” is a pretty intimidating title, and maybe Thanos is physically impressive, but—

Either because Peter has distance on this, or because he simply doesn’t appreciate what a threat the guy really is, Peter makes a small, skeptical sound at that. ]

He won’t have his resources, and he won’t have his allies. Like, maybe he’ll have the stuff on his back, and that’s potentially, you know, really friggin’ bad, but—

[ He pauses, frowning at Gamora over the fire. ]

What could he do that we couldn’t handle?

[ Another slow shake of her head. ]

He is powerful, Peter. He's stronger than any of us.

[ Enough that she doesn't trust her own physical strength against Thanos's.

But— how much of her fear is engrained and how much is realistic when Thanos is dropped into the middle of a new world with none of his resources?

She seems to be considering that for herself, and she looks... bothered by it. ]

[ He doesn't seem too swayed by that bit of information, his frown deepening. ]

But there's three of us.

[ A pause, then, ]

Four, if we can get Mantis close enough for her to do the— [ He waggles the fingers of one hand. The other hand, he presses against his brow, crooking his middle and index fingers like antennae. ]

—the thing.

[ And he drops his hands to his lap. ]

We can handle this.

[ She wants to argue. She wants to continue insisting that Peter doesn't know Thanos, because they'll still be at a disadvantage. Thanos will still be formidable and dangerous, completely capable of hurting her friends. What if he catches them off guard? What if they don't realize he's awake until it's too late? They can't spend every moment watching his pod, waiting just in case he comes out of stasis.

She frowns at Peter, almost baffled by his determination. ]

How can you know that?

[ He lifts both shoulders in a shrug. ]

I dunno. I guess I can't know until we're doing it.

[ And there's a thread of his usual irreverence, but he is taking this seriously, and hopefully Gamora will be able to see it in his body language – the way he sits up straight, the way his jaw is set in a determined line, the way he holds her gaze unswervingly. ]

But we've done some pretty stupid stuff together and come out on top, somehow. This is just more of the same, right?

[ She stares at Peter for a long moment, like she's waiting for him to give some sign that he's only saying this to distract her from her concerns – empty reassurances to allay anxiety. But... he seems to believe it, and the fact that he's so convinced they can handle Thanos might even help.

Ever so slightly. ]

... I hope you're right.

[ It's not agreement, because Gamora can't set aside all of those worries, but it's also not continued insistence that he's wrong or otherwise.

Peter's new friend seems to have finished the little pile of fruit left out, and Ducky returns to sit near Peter, stretching its long neck out to coo at his elbow. Gamora glances over at him, and though amusement doesn't bleed into her voice or her expression, she's still almost entertained to see the silly creature returning to Peter's side yet again. ]

We will need to be prepared.

[ When he hears Ducky at his side again, hears the creature trilling for attention some like needy kitten, Peter doesn't glance over, focused as he is on Gamora. He does, however, reach out, resting his hand on the long neck. ]

Lots and lots of guns, you mean? I bet Rocket knows a guy.

[ That seems to appease the beast, and it settles to offer soft little chirps whenever Peter speaks, but otherwise, doesn't continue to demand focus. ]

It will need to be an especially big gun.

[ Another Hadron Enforcer sounds about right. ]

[ Peter rewards the creature by smoothing his hand up and down its neck. ]

I'm sure we could throw something together.

[ ...they may need to get up onto Thesa Station and play lookout for Rocket while he dismantles a section of the place, but, hey. Whatever works. ]

[ By "we," she knows he means Rocket, and she also realizes: ]

Things around here are too rudimentary for what we need.

[ Peter points up toward the sky – or more specifically, the moon. ]

Not up there, they're not.

[ Her eyes wander up to the moon, considering, before she looks back to Peter. ]

You think we could get the technology back here?

[ He snorts out a laugh, and with his free hand, he finds another twig to mess with. ]

Sure, if by that you mean "pull back a panel and yank stuff out before anyone notices."

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