starmora + 13
13. Things you said at the kitchen table
Takes place shortly after Vol 2
Gamora was already making coffee when Peter climbed down from the cockpit and flopped into a seat at the table. He grumbled something that was either ‘good morning’ or her name.
“Good morning, Peter. How was the night shift?”
“Dark.” He rested his head on his hand. “Boring. Why can’t we just leave the ship on autopilot at night like we used to?”
“The Sovereign are still after us,” she said for probably the fifth time, pulling out the only two mugs on the ship. “Someone needs to be awake in case –“
“Yeah, yeah, in case they send in a billion more ships to blow us up. Buncha sore losers.” He sighed. “Do you think it’s worth it to try to go back to sleep?”
“Well, Groot is going to be up any minute wanting to play with your Zune. So I’d say no.”
Peter whined a little and closed his eyes, looking like he was going to try to sleep right there at the table. Gamora allowed herself a fond smile since he couldn’t see her and slid a cup of coffee in front of him.
He opened his eyes and looked at it like he hadn’t had a drink in weeks. “Aaah, coffee. Thanks, babe.”
She stilled with her own mug halfway to her mouth, heart suddenly all twitchy in her chest. Peter must have felt her staring because he put down his coffee and blinked at her. “What?”
“You called me babe.”
“Oh. I did? Uh, sorry?” He said, like he wasn’t sure whether he was supposed to be or not.
“No, it’s… I don’t mind.” She was surprised by how much she didn’t mind, actually.
Peter’s face lit up. “Really? What about honey? And sweetheart? And –“
“Don’t push it.”
“Got it… babe.” He took a sip of coffee, probably to hide his grin, but he was wildly unsuccessful.
But that was okay; she couldn’t hide hers, either.