[ Truthfully he hasn't even considered that his leaving meant that he never got his regret undone, that he might have decided it wasn't worth it or that it was too hard; he wouldn't know how to feel about it. As it is, he's been so preoccupied with the weirdness of the situation, the end result seemed to fall into lower priority. ]
Yeah? I mean, I'd like to think I'm a pretty good judge of character.
[ He huffs a quiet laugh at the joke at his own expense. The kind of guys he hangs out with, the ones he'd been raised by ... he can judge a scumbag from a non-scumbag most of the time, but he hadn't exactly been surrounded by honest, wholesome individuals either.
And the Guardians ... well, he picked the right ones to hang out with, to align his own destiny with. That's gotta count for something, right? ]
Peter, you are a staggeringly poor judge of character.
（ somehow, it's not an insult the way she frames it. perhaps that's due to the fact she follows it up with — ）
But you make people want to be better. So... perhaps that is the case with this Newt.
（ she takes his hand in hers. twines their fingers together. sometimes, the frailty here astounds her. she could break him with a touch, now that he is only mortal.
[ That gets a good and genuine laugh from him now, squeezing her fingers gently with his. He wouldn't have taken that as an insult, not from her anyway, but the follow-up is nice. It makes him feel warm and comforted and good in ways he hasn't felt in so long now.
He brings their joined hands up to his lips and presses a soft kiss against the top of her hand; brushes them across her knuckles. This hand could punch the hell out of a grown man and they'd thank her for it, but it's capable of this kind of gentleness too. He thinks of the way they've held hands on so many occasions, of how she'd pick Groot up when he'd still been barely more than a twig, of how she would pluck the debris from Rocket's fur after a messy mission ...
Man, he wishes this moment would literally last forever. He'd give almost anything to make it so, even if that isn't at all realistic. Even after they're done here, will they go home and recall these memories? Or would they go away, fading out like the end of a song? ]
Do you think we could do it? Get all the orbs and undo our regrets?
（ she does not answer him with any immediacy. instead, she closes her eyes. her mind drifts into the fetters and fragments of a life that ran its course. her life has been a series of impossible things, one after the other after the other. they live in a universe where one mad titan could warp the fabric of reality with a snap of his fingers.
how are the orbs any different, truly?
thanos would rip the universe apart just to have a power like that.
(she does not delude herself by thinking he might have regretted throwing her to her death. a daughter's hope, weighted against a warrior's cynicism cannot possibly win.)
she gently pulls her other hand away from where her little wooskull has fallen asleep against her, and uses it to envelop peter's between her two. ）
I think... that if anyone could, it would certainly be the Guardians of the Galaxy.
[ He isn't sure he'll ever get over every minute thing that Gamora does or says, not when he knows that going home means her absence is felt in every single part of his daily life. And it isn't just him, though he's likely to be the most human about it, or maybe the most Peter about it; he's never really been great about emotional control. (And that's a whole other thing.) But he knows the rest of their little family, and in Nebula's case — literal family — feels it too.
His voice is soft when he speaks, studying the way her hands enfold his like it's some marvel to be treasured. ]
Yeah, I think you're right. [ And because he couldn't just leave a serious moment alone, he adds: ] We are pretty badass.
（ she says that approvingly. perhaps a little proudly. because she has earned that designation — badass. not by being thanos' daughter, or a murderer reviled and feared across the galaxy. but by saving it. the people in it. against all odds, time and time again — until those odds tipped in the favour of another.
she likes the word. it's very... human. ）
Being poorbutt has its advantages.
（ ... yes, this is actually how she trolls him. with love. ）
Peter's smile is wide and almost dopey when he stretches with his free hand for where he'd left his zune with the rest of his gear.
(Like hell was he ever gonna leave it behind on the station.)
He passes one of the earbuds to Gamora now so they can share in the experience while he clicks the control button for the right song. Something calming, something even a little sweet ... maybe a little melancholic. Jim Croce's Time in a Bottle comes up and he hits play. ]
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Date: 2023-08-02 02:04 am (UTC)Yeah? I mean, I'd like to think I'm a pretty good judge of character.
[ He huffs a quiet laugh at the joke at his own expense. The kind of guys he hangs out with, the ones he'd been raised by ... he can judge a scumbag from a non-scumbag most of the time, but he hadn't exactly been surrounded by honest, wholesome individuals either.
And the Guardians ... well, he picked the right ones to hang out with, to align his own destiny with. That's gotta count for something, right? ]
Or at least I learned it pretty quick.
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Date: 2023-08-02 02:21 am (UTC)（ somehow, it's not an insult the way she frames it. perhaps that's due to the fact she follows it up with — ）
But you make people want to be better. So... perhaps that is the case with this Newt.
（ she takes his hand in hers. twines their fingers together. sometimes, the frailty here astounds her. she could break him with a touch, now that he is only mortal.
she would die first. ）
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Date: 2023-08-02 02:50 am (UTC)He brings their joined hands up to his lips and presses a soft kiss against the top of her hand; brushes them across her knuckles. This hand could punch the hell out of a grown man and they'd thank her for it, but it's capable of this kind of gentleness too. He thinks of the way they've held hands on so many occasions, of how she'd pick Groot up when he'd still been barely more than a twig, of how she would pluck the debris from Rocket's fur after a messy mission ...
Man, he wishes this moment would literally last forever. He'd give almost anything to make it so, even if that isn't at all realistic. Even after they're done here, will they go home and recall these memories? Or would they go away, fading out like the end of a song? ]
Do you think we could do it? Get all the orbs and undo our regrets?
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Date: 2023-08-02 02:58 am (UTC)how are the orbs any different, truly?
thanos would rip the universe apart just to have a power like that.
(she does not delude herself by thinking he might have regretted throwing her to her death. a daughter's hope, weighted against a warrior's cynicism cannot possibly win.)
she gently pulls her other hand away from where her little wooskull has fallen asleep against her, and uses it to envelop peter's between her two. ）
I think... that if anyone could, it would certainly be the Guardians of the Galaxy.
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Date: 2023-08-02 03:17 am (UTC)His voice is soft when he speaks, studying the way her hands enfold his like it's some marvel to be treasured. ]
Yeah, I think you're right. [ And because he couldn't just leave a serious moment alone, he adds: ] We are pretty badass.
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Date: 2023-08-02 03:22 am (UTC)（ she says that approvingly. perhaps a little proudly. because she has earned that designation — badass. not by being thanos' daughter, or a murderer reviled and feared across the galaxy. but by saving it. the people in it. against all odds, time and time again — until those odds tipped in the favour of another.
she likes the word. it's very... human. ）
Being poorbutt has its advantages.
（ ... yes, this is actually how she trolls him. with love. ）
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Date: 2023-08-02 03:52 am (UTC)[ Ugh, he loves her so much, it's almost stupid.
Peter's smile is wide and almost dopey when he stretches with his free hand for where he'd left his zune with the rest of his gear.
(Like hell was he ever gonna leave it behind on the station.)
He passes one of the earbuds to Gamora now so they can share in the experience while he clicks the control button for the right song. Something calming, something even a little sweet ... maybe a little melancholic. Jim Croce's Time in a Bottle comes up and he hits play. ]