Gamora | MCU | OTA

[gardenofthegalaxy]

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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[gardenofthegalaxy]

Gamora is guarded by nature. Years of abuse, years of running some else's agenda - it's one of the things that used to frustrate Quill and she knew it. Magnus had managed to creep under her armour and maybe that had a lot to do with the fact that he hadn't flirted. He wasn't trying to insinuate himself in her life. He had been nice, he had given her food and friendship and the talking had come easily because of it.

Gamora could flirt, it was just rare and most of the time it was just as easily miscontrued as something else. Or she stopped herself halfway through when she realised she was straying into what she considered dangerous territory.

And maybe it was why she had needed to see if Loki could last without his silver tongue. She didn't want the flattery, she didn't need it. She was at home in her own skin. She was starting to get comfortable in the city and with Terran food. The ability to share it with someone else in the way that Magnus had first shared it with her meant more than flowery words - whether Loki would have meant them or not.

And his face when he ate the black noodles was something to savour. Occasionally she wondered if she ever had such an open expression on her face that wasn't a result of listening to music. As the night seemed to come to a natural close though once they'd started the walk back to the residential area Gamora had taken his arm without it needing to be offered, and without really thinking about it. She might have even considered a goodnight kiss but there was still a part of her that regarded anyone she didn't immediately want to hurt as dangerous.

That part of her was broken and she knew it. But she compromised with a kiss to the corner of his mouth instead of directly on it. When it came to battle, throwing herself into the fray - she never second guessed herself. But this? This needed just a little more thought.

[frostedire]

There are things about Gamora that Loki doesn't know. Of course there are, there would need to be, she's far too complex a person. But he's finding that the things he does know, he likes. Quite a lot. Neither of them is a native of Midgard, but her approach to exploring Midgardian cuisine and culture is fascinating to him. It's been a long and difficult path, trying to feel less superior when thinking of Earth, and he knows he isn't there yet, but perhaps he can take a lesson or two from her. He already has, he certainly would not have tried roller-skating without her there, alternately challenging and encouraging him into it.

He's already decided partway through their meal to allow her to set their pace. He will not invite her to his apartment, nor will he ask about hers. He has his credit to earn toward a wish, yes, but so much in the past few years has gone by in a rush, and he finds he does not want this to be one of them.

When she kisses the corner of his mouth, it makes him smile. He holds still for it, and when she straightens he lifts one of her hands and dots a brief brush of his lips against the back, releasing it again immediately. "Gamora. Thank you," he says, a simple and honest statement. "Rest well. I hope to see you again very soon."