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[gamora]

Date & Time: The end of November, give or take a few days
Location: Gamora's room with Blue and Ros, the Cafeteria
Characters: Gamora, Adam Warlock, Soldier Blue + Gamora & Peter Quill
Summary: Blue meets Gamora's ex-boytoysignificant other & Gamora and Pete probably yell at each other a lot
Warnings: None for now

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[getoffmyearth]

[On the list of topics Peter would never want to talk about, his own death would be one of them. But it's clearly the first thing he thinks of. From her perspective, he is already dead. But apparently they are just going to push all the buttons tonight! Every single one she can think of.

(Peter understands perfectly well what she's trying to do. On some level, he's even glad of it. It's been a hard road without someone around to nag him about all his potential decisions and the consequences thereof. Or inaction versus action. Or the million things he should be doing.)]

You've been here for a year, Gamora, and you haven't gotten anywhere. So I don't think you get to throw stones at me this time for not immediately breaking out plans and action right out of the gate. Do you think if I had anything I would be sitting here? Anything, any plan at all that doesn't automatically qualify for a suicide mission.

[gamora]

Not for lack of trying. And you're not even doing that.

( Instead he's sitting there, drinking coffee and whatever passes for alcohol. Now that Gamora has both of them back - Adam and Quill, she needs them to act like there's still something to be done. That they can still function and give her purpose or else what is it all good for?

Something within her snaps, and she reaches out to grab him by the front of his uniform to pull him out of his seat. )

Whatever the flark you think you're doing - it's not working. It's not helping. And it won't get better if you do nothing.

[getoffmyearth]

[Is this helping? He can't tell. He wants to yell at her to get the fuck off his case and he wants to shove her away and storm off and find some corner to sit in and...and what? Relive his time in prison wallowing in his own inadequacy? Never again. He said never again. But he doesn't need to be bludgeoned upside the head with his own lack of action. It feels like all he's done since getting here is react. The feeling is ugly. If he knew how to seize the moment, seize control of something...]

I'm TRYING to come up with ANYTHING, anything at all! You think I enjoy being stuck? You think I wouldn't be dragging you out with the first decent idea I had? I'm not trying to do nothing, for fuck's sake, I'm trying to think of something we can actually DO.

[gamora]

No! You're flarking around here drinking away your problems. And you can complain and complain that you don't have any plans - then do what you need to do to make some. Because I can't, and Adam's too wrapped up in his d'ast gem to give anything else a second thought and everyone else isn't here or they're dead.

( She drops him then, although her hands are still clenched into fists. There has to be something, anything - she can't just accept that they're giving up before they've even tried. Because Gamora knows what happens the moment she can't keep going on anymore, and she knows just as well that she can't let that happen. )

I'd punch the self-pity out of you if I didn't think you think you deserve it.

[getoffmyearth]

[He doesn't have the energy for this right now. She's not wrong. And much as he wants to think he's just blowing off the necessary steam to clear his head, he knows his own tendencies to run away from things.

(Peter probably doesn't give himself enough credit, in this; he might have tried to run away from being Star-Lord, and his humanity, but he turned himself over the justice and atoned for his mistake. He never ran away from trying to do what was right.)]

You know anything I come up with is probably going to be even more risky than the sort of plans I usually have, right? Not because I think these jokers are more dangerous than the das't Church or Thanos or Annihilus, because this whole enterprise is a complete disaster.

[gamora]

We're stuck in a different universe in the future. I think I can handle risky.

( It'll be a change of pace from everything else - waiting around until there's something to fight because everyone doesn't want to directly engage or can't get themselves together long enough to do it.

But it's something different, something better from the sulking she'd been witnessing and this disgusting low that Quill has found himself in. And if Gamora was going to be honest with herself, they've all fallen into. They're not the best of people - not even close - but in some ways they work. And that's all Gamora really wants from Quill if he's here. )

[getoffmyearth]

Then I'll do whatever I can, Gamora. You have my word.

[He never meant to let himself hit this point. It's just so frustrating. All the challenges of his life- even the Kyln offered more resources for any plan than this. And he doesn't want to think about the depths he sunk to there, how he ran away from his humanity. He can't do that, ever again.

...it does bring something to mind, though.]

Can't promise I won't keep hiding my face behind a metal mask, though.