cuddlecity | Gamora | MCU

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Gamora | MCU | OTA

CHARACTERS: Gamora & YOU!
LOCATIONS: best friends rescue, b-sides, shooting range, good times, etc
WARNINGS: none yet
SUMMARY: catch-all for gamora and anyone that wants to meet/speak to her

Gamora was becoming more comfortable with life in Cadelle even if not everyone was particularly comfortable with her. She was still the only one that she was aware of that didn't look immediately Terran and was clearly from somewhere else. It's why she valued the friendships she had.

And the dog that Baby kept at B-Sides just had her thinking more and more about getting her own pet. For a couple of weeks she was one of those annoying people that kept visiting Best Friends Rescue and looking like she wanted to adopt a pet of some variety, but never quite able to decide what. A dog reminded her of Quill (it was a compliment, wasn't it?). A cat seemed more independent like her. They didn't offer up raccoons like Rocket, or little baby trees like Groot. Nothing was like Drax. Not that she should have been trying to recreate her crew with animals.

She had finally discovered the gun range as well, though the guns here seemed primitive compared to the weapons she was used to wielding. It also seemed safer to practice under a controlled environment rather than her apartment or anywhere else.

And then there were nights when sitting around reading up on Earth's history wasn't going to cut it, and she ventured out to the pubs and clubs, but her personal favourite was Good Times where they played the music she had decided was her favourite - nothing new, all the classics - and she could disguise her like of dancing by wearing roller skates and getting as lost in a crowd as a green-skinned alien could.

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For whatever reason, Frank had thought that here in a strange place he might be able to get some proper sleep for once. But one restless, sleepless night bled into the next, a long neverending nightmare plaguing him until he was back to his old coffee-chugging and time-killing habits.

One of the first places his exhausted legs ended up carrying to when his ears wouldn't stop ringing after his wife's blood splattered all over his cheeks and her body fell lifelessly in his arms was the animal shelter. There was a black dog with a bandaged leg sporting a few scars that was moping around in one of the end cages, ignoring most of the prospective adopters, watching Frank suspiciously.

He took to the mutt straightaway, watching it curiously like a hawk. He was down on one knee in dirty old jeans and a clean black shirt and didn't appear to notice the approaching green woman he had an unfortunate first encounter with.

Gamora had just turned from a cage containing a very large Rottweiler and paused as she saw her (least) favourite customer. The dog was still trying to lick her fingers curled around the mesh of his cage and Gamora turned back briefly to give him a smile before taking a step towards Castle.

And then another and another as she debated whether or not she actually wanted to say something. The dog she was now standing in front of started to yap and she glared at it before pushing out a breath.

"Are you armed this time?" She couldn't see a gun, but that didn't mean there wasn't one. And this time she at least wanted to know before it was pulled on her.

The way Frank's hand moved to his pocket as he turned his head, back moving instinctively to protect the downtrodden stray before he'd even met her gaze should have answered her question. Maybe he wasn't walking around with a handgun but he wasn't foolish enough to go out unarmed.

No gun in that pocket though. Just an oblong bulge too thick to be a phone that she could guess he'd prefer using up close.

"Heh." Rough luck Frankie boy. He ducked his head and moved to stand, straightening up to meet her at eye level. Even though he looked shit tired, if she came for a fight he'll bring it straight to her face.

"What's it to you? Granola or- whatever?" Granola, Gondola. Same thing.

"Gamora." Her lips twitched in the corner just a little bit. Not that she completely understood why that particular mistake with her name was so funny. But her eyes didn't leave his pocket even when he stood.

She shifted to fold her arms under her chest, and reconsidered whether or not she needed to walk around with a blade. She shouldn't have to. She had felt safe in this city.

"I just wanted to know if I was about to be attacked again without cause." Being green wasn't a cause as far as she was concerned. She hadn't actually done anything to Frank other than try and be nice. "Or if there was a chance of a civil conversation."

"'Without cause'? You're fucking green." New York's encounter with aliens hadn't been pleasant and, well, combined with the fact that the only green thing that moved back home was an uncontrollable destructive force four times her size that just kept on smashing, suffice to say Frank didn't like her face.

"I got nothin' to say to you." It wasn't a patronising or dismissive look in his eyes - no matter what colour she was she hadn't done anything to him yet to warrant anything more than a defiant glint in his irises and his semi-permanent bitchface. Just because he knew she wasn't following him didn't mean he'd let his guard down.

"Right. Thank you, I wasn't actually aware of the colour of my flesh." Gamora used to think that Drax had the honour of being the biggest jerk on a first meeting, but Castle was quickly catching up and poised to take his place. Drax had a better cause for hostility at least. Thanos had killed his family.

She unfolded her arms and held up her hands, palm towards him. "Then don't. But this city isn't big enough to keep avoiding each other. Eventually paths will cross like now. I shouldn't have to keep checking to see if you're somewhere I want to be." It took every inch of control not to sneer at him just because he was really starting to get under her green skin. "Or you could just hit me and get it out of your system."

He didn't think she'd take it so personally as to - what, intentionally avoid him because they didn't seem destined to get along? Maybe he wouldn't mind being left to his own devices, but his bucket of icy-cold hostility was liberally dished out to most people who crossed his path and she was more of the rule than an exception.

"I don't hit women." Hostile and chauvinistic. It must be her lucky day.

"You think I just- go around hittin' people because I'm, what, angry? Outta control? Don't like the colour green? You think they'd let someone like who you think I am loose in a place like this?"

Gamora wasn't a stranger to being hated, but she had to admit that it was never because she was of a particular species. It was a new feeling after living her life out in the wider galaxy. She didn't particularly care for it. She was beginning to suspect his personality was just something she was going to need to accept.

Or not.

She almost laughed at his acknowedging that she was a woman. At least that was a positive step. "Why, because you don't think they can hit back?"

Gamora gave a shake of her head. "Honestly, I'm not going to pretend I know anything about this place other than I like the food, the music, and the plumbing. You obviously have a problem with what I am. I'm just trying to fix it."

"Because-... because that's how I was raised. Because that's not how women should be treated. What kinda question's that? Some guy been smackin' you 'round?" he found himself asking. Maybe Frank wasn't the definition of chivalrous and he was nothing like the shining example of one of Earth's more toxic species, but for better or worse there were lines he tried his best not to cross. If any hesitation on his part ended up with consequences he couldn't hope to bear, then he'll just have to live with those nightmares on top of all the other burdens that he had on his shoulders.

"It's the kind of question you ask when you're trying to work out if someone is a threat, or not. Or what kind of man he is." He did at least have something in his upbringing then that was redeemable. Though she knew her own was far from free of sin. But she had Thanos to blame for what she was. Who she had been.

"Not in the way you assume. I can hold my own." Gamora shrugged it off. Any fights she had been in lately were largely due to saving the galaxy. Occasionally they were because of something stupid one of her crew did.

"Plenty of men full of horseshit. You can only judge 'em by what they do." She didn't seem new around these parts - not as new as he was, for sure - but if she didn't know that about people in general then she'll be needing a lot more advice than that to navigate around humans.

Of course, he wasn't here to impart his pearls of wisdom. Casting a glance at ~~his~~ the dog he'd been eyeing up - I'll be back for you later bud - he refocused his attention back on Gamora before taking a small step backwards.

"Nice catching up," he said wryly, clearly intent on leaving if she didn't take the hint and carry on first.

Gamora snorted in amusement even if there was no smile to reflect it. She knew there were plenty of men full of horseshit. Just because she had asked, it didn't mean she wasn't also cataloguing each and every one of his actions. At least he hadn't actually pulled his weapon out this time.

She looked past him to the dog he had clearly been intent on and finally gave a shake of her head. "Don't leave. You've made your choice already, I haven't yet found a pet I wish to adopt."

Gamora held her hands again, feeling like each move she made had to prove that she wasn't about to attack him as she started to edge towards the exit with careful and precise steps. At lease Drax, Rocket or Groot weren't around. She was pretty sure that Castle would have reacted even less kindly towards them. "I look forward to hearing what you name them."

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