snowblindrpg | [log] look it's gamora [closed]

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[log] look it's gamora [closed]

Characters: Gamora, Peter, Rocket, Stephen
Location: building 303
Date: day 308, evening
Summary: the guys come through the tunnels to meet up with Gamora
Warnings: I can almost guarantee bad language, and Gamora starts the whole thing off ready to stab someone. So it starts there. I'll update if as it gets worse.

Not what she expected when she stepped off the ship to go shopping, but she thinks she's done all right. Two of her friends are here. That's something. They're reconnecting soon. That's something. This building is green, seems well protected from the elements, and that's all something. Hopefully they'll make it before the doors lock closed. If they don't, well, she trusts that they can take care of themselves. Even if she doesn't like it.

She does a very quick sweep, just enough to make sure she's alone in here. Then she begins a more thorough investigation. One of the first things she turns up is a pair of over-sized shears with long wooden handles. She's not sure what their intended use is, but she's pretty sure the point is fine enough for her to put them through someone. Good find. She figures out a way to loop them through one of the leather straps on her bag that allows her to get them in hand easily, and continues searching.

She's hears the noise before she enters the room. It's a kind of scraping, scratching, thumping noise.
Like something caught in the walls? Except the walls seem pretty solid, and it's coming from below the floor. Fuck. It takes her a moment to find the door, and she quickly takes note of the hinges, positions herself to be behind it when it opens, giant sheers in hand. All right, shitty alternate future Earth. Bring it.

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Peter's too excited.

His knee is killing him but he doesn't even care because GAMORA IS LIKE RIGHT THERE WE HAVE TO HURRY GUYS--like they were even that far away to begin with when they figured out where to meet her. This town has taken a lot, but this was pretty lucky that they were so close.

Well. Lucky. Relatively speaking.

It was both awful and amazing both she and Rocket were here. Like maybe they had a better chance at winning this thing now. He just had to hope they didn't get caught up into something traditionally horrific.

"We're here!" Peter yelled obviously to Stephen and Rocket, as he opens up the trap door. Sorry, Gamora. Here's a scruffy space pirate peering through obliviously.

Stephen's close behind because he's always pretty close to Peter when they're on the move. Letting Peter go ahead kind of works that way, actually; if he falls off the ladder Stephen can get crushed under him, since that's more likely than Stephen successfully catching a falling man.

"Yeah, just don't fall," he grouses.

They've been traveling in the maintenance tunnels for awhile — not that Rocket minds really. He feels pretty comfortable in a sturdy place that literally has no snow. But as they get close to another door, hopefully Gamora's door, he watches as Quill is trying to lead them when he obviously should be letting them carry him.

Some unsaid thing, huh he thinks to himself. It was just the tail end of something he'd overheard the night of Yondu's funeral. He wasn't sure if it was real back then, or what it meant, exactly. Now ... seeing how giddy Peter is, Rocket has some idea.

He keeps his eyes down in the tunnels as the other two head up. Rocket's instincts to bring up the rear are too strong to override. Once Stephen's at least a full three or four feet above him, Rocket's paws clink against the ladder, and the raccoon starts to climb up.

Gamora is teetering on the edge of the lip around the trap door, clippers held above Peter's head, a successfully effort attempt to stab whatever was going to come out of that hole. Because certainly her friends, knowing her, would call to let her know they were about to pop up, right? She lets go of her new weapon with one hand so that she can pinwheel her now free arm backwards to try and right herself. After a moment, her center of gravity shifts back far enough to allow her to take a step away.

"Idiot! You couldn't have called first? A little warning? I almost stabbed you with--" She shakes the clippers at her side in Peter's general direction. "The thing." Hell of a greeting, right? This is what you wanted, to be yelled at immediately? Idiot.

Thanks for being the guy that gets crushed by him if he accidentaly falls, Stephen.

"AHHHH WHAT THE HELL--"

Peter gapes, staring at the weapon and the woman holding the weapon. It's mostly out of shock and fear this time rather than any kind of affection, but once his heart calms down it'd be more of the latter. He does his best to scramble out of the trap door, using mostly his good leg and upper body strength to ungainly flop over into the floor and sit there with his pack, because his knee hurt and he's not moving anywhere right now, Okay? At least he makes room for when Stephen and Rocket get through.

"Thanks for not stabbing me, I guess?"

"What? What's happening?!"

Stephen's left clinging to the ladder while Peter yells above him. He fumbles at the rungs like he can't decide if he's going to try to climb upward over Peter or downward over Rocket, but Peter decides that for him by clambering the rest of the way up and clearing the way. Stephen follows, pausing as he gets just high up enough to see out, blue eyes glinting from a shaggy head.

"Let's...not stab anyone?" he suggests, not moving to come up the rest of the way given that the advertised Most Dangerous Woman in the Galaxy is brandishing a pair of shears.

Sorry, Rocket.

"Whoa- WHOA WHOA."

Even with whatever Peter's found up top, Rocket doesn't actually start saying anything until Stephen starts fumbling. For a second, he's certain that the tall, lanky human is going to end up skidding down, and Rocket's already preparing himself to swing to the side when there's upward movement again.

From up high, he can hear echos of Gamora's voice, and a vague sense of what she's saying, but it's not exact. And then of course, Beyonce here stops.

"Hey!" he yells. "What's the holdup up there?"

Gamora drops the clippers on the floor out of frustration, and then reaches down for the front of Peter’s jacket, hauling him to his feet whether he wants to go or not. She can’t tell what’s wrong with him if he’s sitting down. She needs to see movement, and normal weight distribution. Diminished strength or no, she’s still a hell of a lot tougher than she looks. Peter is also lighter than he should be. That’s troubling. There’s the slightest hesitation before she releases him. “Idiot.” The anger is easier to hold on to than the relief. Besides, he really is an idiot. “I wouldn’t have felt bad,” she informs him, preemptively justifying actions she was able to stop. “If I’d stabbed you. Your own fault, trying to sneak up on me like that.”

Steven has only registered in a peripheral sort of way, and Rocket is down there and safe. She knows that, so the surliest member of the group can be checked in with later. Peter looks like death warmed over. It hurts, somewhere deep in her chest, to see him like this.

Peter ignores the wizard-raccoon traffic jam for the moment when he's hauled up. His eyes are wide, but that's mostly out of surprise. He knows how strong she is normally, but there's something different about the way she uses her strength. Considering everyone's abilities got squashed here, he wouldn't be surprised to learn that she wasn't at full strength. Which was, somehow, scarier than if she was.

"I wasn't trying to sneak up," he grumbles. He's trying to stand like he doesn't have a problem, but he's clearly been favoring one leg. The way he slouches indicates that he's used to leaning this way for some time, too. "But I'm sure you wouldn't have. Great way to say hello. 'Hi Peter!' Stab stabbity stab."

But he can't stop staring at her like she was gonna disappear.

She was really here. It's a haunted look.

Oh yeah, there were other people here too right? Whatever. He's just gonna stand there like an idiot and stare.

The clippers are down, and that's enough for Stephen at the moment -- better all in than stuck on a ladder with a yelling raccoon blocking his way down. "Easy!" he objects, though whether it's at her rough handling of ~~his patient~~ Peter or all the yelling is unclear, particularly given that he still doesn't have anyone's attention. Stephen scrambles up to emerge on the opposite side of the trap door from the touching reunion happening in front of him, letting his shoulder bag drop to the floor beside him. "Peter, I'm less sure than ever how you've managed to live this long," he comments.

He would throw his arms out in response to that shout from Stephen — a clear what do you expect me to do? — except, you know, he kinda needs to keep at least one paw on the ladder to maintain good stability.

But whatever's going on up there seems to resolve itself, because Stephen's moving again, and finally, Rocket thinks, a clear path to the top.

His paws appear first, then the tips of his ears, and finally his whole face. After he takes a glimpse at Gamora, then at the clippers tossed aside on the floor, then to that struck look on Peter's face — for the first time, he actually looks to Stephen to share a look.

"Well, hello. Are we interrupting something? 'Cause I can fall back into this underground maintenance tunnel if you two need a moment."

But who is he kidding? Rocket's more than happy to give them a moment, even if he's literally implying the opposite.

"You are the dumbest man in the universe," she informs him with all the vitriol she can muster. It doesn't stop her from reaching out and wrapping her arm around his neck, dragging him forward into her, hugging him tightly. That haunted look on his face is not all right. She doesn't want to think about it, doesn't want to think about how he's injured, how the injury is old, how she can't even trust the fact that she saw him just yesterday, each heading out to shop for their own personal items during their stop-over. She doesn't want to think about what he's been through, about what it means for Rocket, for herself.

She'll have to, of course. Reality doesn't let itself get pushed to the side for too long. She'll have to think about it all, fold it into her new understanding of the world and her place in it. Right now, though, all she wants is to be able to hug him and not feel him so frail underneath her hands. Fucking hell.

"You and me both," he's absolutely 100% on board with that assessment, Stephen. Sheer, ridiculous luck, maybe? A touch of Celestial invulnerability?

"Probably." He's also not going to argue too much about that one, Gamora. But the rest of his thoughts come to a screeching halt as he's about to retort to Rocket's crack because--

--she was hugging him.

His eyes are wide, still. If he somehow doubted that she wasn't real, that it was a trick of the town, it faded away, because she was real, here, hugging him tightly, and just--

--he buries his head in her shoulder, shutting his eyes, reaching around to try to hug her, a part of him just wanting to break down right then and there, even in front of Stephen and Rocket--to just hold her and never let her go.

For a second all of Norfinbury had faded, all of the bad things were gone, and everything was okay.

Yes, Rocket. This was a bonafide moment, if this was a sitcom there would be a chorus of 'awws.'

Stephen's about to make some sarcastic remark about how he's not going back down that hole, Moment or not, but it catches in his throat when he sees the way Peter clings to her. He sucks in a breath that he lets out again slowly as he directs his gaze away, feeling like he ought to afford them some measure of privacy. He busies himself shucking off his backpack and lowering himself to the floor, ready to take a load off and habituated enough to Norfinbury not to care that there's no good place to sit down.

"Done our best to look after him," he mutters, the comment meant for Gamora but spoken too softly and awkwardly for real conversation.

Gamora is still clinging to Peter, letting him cling to her, doesn't show any sign of letting go. She can feel the desperation, the fear, and she hates it. She hears Stephen's comment, and doesn't answer him directly, but she does open her eyes and find him over Peter's shoulder. He looks like he's had a pretty rough go if it, too. The point is that Peter is alive. That's good enough.

Rocket begins to complain again, loudly, about the gushy display of emotion, and Gamora just reaches out with one arm, grabs the clothes at the back of his neck, and lifts him bodily off of his feet to drag him into the hug. She loves you, too, you little monster. He fights it for a moment, because of course he does. He fights it because he's incapable of just admitting that he wants to be part of the moment. Gamora doesn't let go, though, and eventually it's a proper group hug reunion.

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