May 3, 2017
@ofstarlcrd
When Gamora enters the ship, she doesn’t expect to hear someone at the controls, going through the steps to start up the ship, searching for coordinates. And they’re talking to themselves - the voice is familiar, most likely too familiar by now. Wherever Peter’s planning on going, considering the news Gamora just heard, it can’t be good.
Stepping up to the front of the ship, Gamora sets a hand on her hip and lets out a soft sigh at the sight of him looking through the navigation for a destination. It’s hard to choose a destination when you’re running away, though. “Peter.” Her voice is unusually soft - steady, but not quite as harsh as she steps over to him. “Where exactly are you going?”
