penistower | And you could have it all

Rhodey is distracting the government types long enough for Tony to hack into the airspace and make sure none of this is being recorded. He loops the moments before the Milano pierces the atmosphere and plays them back, knowing by the time he's out of the system and they figure it out they won't be able to prove it was anything but a technical malfunction. He does all of this from his phone as he stands near the landing pad with Steve flanking his side. He's trying to do things right this time -- no more lone gunslinger act, as Pepper had phrased it.

He looks over his sunglasses at the spaceship as it decompresses, wondering who he's just invited over for dinner. Hopefully they're friendly... When the platform descends it really is just like Close Encounters of the Third Kind. He can't help but geek out a little. He'd technically met space aliens before, and Asgardians, etc. but somehow this is way cooler. "Welcome to Earth and please watch your step, we don't have liability insurance yet."

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He blinks, trying desperately to keep the smile off his face. It's impossible not to think of Drax's warning here, dancers can't be with non-dancers... or whatever stupid thing he was getting at. But Peter has this theory about Gamora, that isn't really a theory so much as it is an observable fact; that deep down she is a dancer, she's just afraid to give into the music. "You don't have to, I could always dance with Natasha. She seems nice."

Her gaze sharpens. She shouldn't be jealous. It's fairly obvious where his interest lies these days. It still digs into her skin anyways. "That won't be necessary." She'll do it!!! Just let her work up to it.

Peter bites into his lip against an impeding grin, unable to stop the automatic reaction. "Only if you want to," he reiterates again, but he knows she would never agree to anything she didn't want to do. "Good news is these guys have awesome taste in music."

"I want to." Gamora insists unnecessarily. They both know she'd never agree if she didn't want to do it. She smiles at the rest, pleased they're all getting along so well. She doesn't know much about Terrans. She had feared that maybe his people would reject him. Thankfully they all seem welcoming so far. They have something in common with Peter which is wonderful to see. She can never go back to her people, but at least she knows now that Peter can.

"So they do. We'll have plenty to dance to."

It's one thing to agree to dance with him, especially in front of everyone, but to also admit she wants to. It's everything he's ever wanted all rolled into one perfect moment. He's getting used to having those lately, his grin just about threatening to split his face in two. "And we can always... practice. If you want to learn some sweet Earth moves to impress everyone with."

She wants to chide him for pushing his luck. That grin on his face melts her heart. Gamora can't bring herself to save face by playing tough when he's looking at her like that.

The look she gives Peter is uncharacteristically soft. "I don't want to impress everyone." She reminds him. "... But, I am willing to learn Earth moves while we're here."

He loves those soft looks, as far and few in between as they are. He knows they're just for him, and that's enough to make them his favorite thing. "Too late, I think. But then you are super impressive, so." He shrugs a shoulder. "I need to introduce you to someone called Michael Jackson. He has every move ever."

She gives him a look. Stop with all this sweet, romantic lines!!! It doesn't last long. Gamora is interested in learning some more from Terra before she departs. It's hard not to have a healthy curiosity when it's all Peter talks about seemingly.

"I am willing to learn from him." Gamora agrees slowly. "But, I do not agree to use his moves while dancing." She uses her own!!!

"No, of course you don't." God, she's adorable. Unable to resist, he leans in to kiss the tip of her nose.

She doesn't blush. Gamora isn't capable of it. She does get a little flustered at the gesture. It's the tiny, intimate gestures that always get her. She shifts her head to the side after the kiss and murmurs, "Don't do that."

He smiles, and just asks: "Why not?"

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