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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."

Date: 2017-08-01 06:35 pm (UTC)
favoredone: (what's the matter with your man?)
From: [personal profile] favoredone
She lets out a slow sigh when he finishes. That makes her feel much better. If they're all on a level playing field instead of playing games over who was the most pure, she has a lot less to worry about.

"She enjoys sweet roots. We used to dig them up on missions we were allowed to go on with only each other as company. If you have anything like that on Terra, she will come out to accept those."

Date: 2017-08-01 09:47 pm (UTC)
favoredone: (I want my life so bad)
From: [personal profile] favoredone
Gamora nods in approval. She's actually making herself hungry now with all this talk of food. She's certainly curious about the food Peter grew up with. "We'll take both." She informs him since there's no way she isn't going to try that pie. Well she supposes it can't hurt to ask about it while reenergizing herself.

"...I am also interested in food from Terra. Peter talks about it often since he's responsible for cooking our meals."

Date: 2017-08-02 02:17 am (UTC)
favoredone: (It's hard to lose a chosen one)
From: [personal profile] favoredone
She isn't following any of this. Gamora has mastered the art of nodding while wondering what any of that actually means. "Peter mentioned pizza before. I will try it." And probably fall madly in love with it.

Date: 2017-08-14 03:47 am (UTC)
favoredone: (But there were so many red flags)
From: [personal profile] favoredone
Gamora visibly stiffens. She knows he means nothing wrong by it. It is clearly a sore subject for her. "The planet Zen-Whoberi. It is nowhere near Terra."

Date: 2017-08-15 02:21 am (UTC)
favoredone: (such a waste of a young heart)
From: [personal profile] favoredone
She shrugs a shoulder. It really is hard to tell who can come from where. Thanos did originate from this part of the galaxy, after all. That's a story for another time. Gamora nods at the second comment even if it isn't quite right. She doesn't explain until he finishes. That visibly softens her since she can relate to both men. She knows what they're feeling all too well having watched her parents be killed and soonafter having her body torn apart by the very one who killed them.

"I miss how it once was. It's a graveyard now." She smiles ruefully. "I was the only one denied a quick death."

She glances at Tony apologetically. Even unnecessary condolences should still be given. "I am sorry you know that loss and for his pain. I hope you both can know the happiness that I have found. It is possible to move on." She and Nebula are now a living testament to that.

Date: 2017-09-03 04:36 pm (UTC)
favoredone: (It's hard to lose a chosen one)
From: [personal profile] favoredone
She frowns at the sight of that vulnerability. It can't be helped. They're all clearly carrying terrible burdens. The best she can do is shield those vulnerable hearts from the "siblings and father" that would exploit them to secure their victory.

"My mistake." She very gently reaches out to touch his shoulder in solace, ready to drop her hand the second it seems unwelcome. "We are more alike than I expected." She comments evenly.

Date: 2017-09-04 05:25 am (UTC)
favoredone: (She's a rebel)
From: [personal profile] favoredone
She hesitates for a few seconds to work out what a stylist is before settling on it being someone who styles hair. Gamora smiles, unable to resist offering the truth while also teasing the man next to her.

"I don't think Peter will be able to braid your hair."

Date: 2017-11-11 05:34 pm (UTC)
favoredone: (Is she the mother of all bombs?)
From: [personal profile] favoredone
Gamora studies his hair carefully. "You should let it go gray. It looks becoming on Nova Prime." She's just saying.

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