(also known as the gamora angst idk who wanted besides myself lmao. anyway, read on ffn, ao3, or under the cut!)
Gamora stomps away without sparing him a glance.
Peter’s left watching after her with wide, worried eyes. As
she disappears toward their shared personal quarters, he sighs, looking back to
the rest of the team, whose pissed off expressions have quickly faded.
“Well.” Rocket blinks, his voice softening just enough to convey his own concern.
“That’s a first.”
“I am Groot,” Groot says, making a move to follow Gamora,
but Rocket shakes his head, pulling him back.
“Not right now, Groot. Best to let her calm down first.” Rocket looks up at
Peter. “Gamora never loses her cool
like that, ‘least not that I’ve ever seen. I’m sure Quill’s pissed her off like
that before, though.”
Normally, Peter would respond to Rocket’s jab with just as
much sarcasm and attitude, but everything is weird and Gamora really doesn’t ever blow up like that and
Peter’s sure he’s about to shit his pants. “I actually haven’t.”