[ He had planned on arguing that point – that of course Gamora cared, that she and Nebula were family, regardless of whatever murderous intentions one may have for the other. Gamora gave a shit, for as much as she claimed the opposite, and Peter can tell. He knows bluster when he sees it, after all.
He had planned,, but then Nebula just had to go and call him "Star-Lord" – not some botched version of his outlaw name – and Peter has to fight down the pleased smile that tries to curl his lips.
But he stops fighting it after that obvious falter, lets that smirk tug at the corner of his mouth, and he tilts his head slightly to one side. ]
A "w-job." [ And he pronounces it as "wuh-job." Evidently Peter either has a suicide wish or he's comfortable enough with Nebula's claim of not intending to kill him. Maybe a little of both. ]
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He had planned,, but then Nebula just had to go and call him "Star-Lord" – not some botched version of his outlaw name – and Peter has to fight down the pleased smile that tries to curl his lips.
But he stops fighting it after that obvious falter, lets that smirk tug at the corner of his mouth, and he tilts his head slightly to one side. ]
A "w-job." [ And he pronounces it as "wuh-job." Evidently Peter either has a suicide wish or he's comfortable enough with Nebula's claim of not intending to kill him. Maybe a little of both. ]
What kind of w-job are we talking, here?