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zenwhoberi) wrote2011-08-19 09:56 am
zenwhoberi) wrote2011-08-19 09:56 am
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The first thing to grow accustomed to while living on a small ship with three (four, counting Groot in his pot) others, Gamora has learned, is noise. A great deal of noise.
She almost wonders if her new roommates are physically incapable of silence — there is not an hour that goes by without a clash or a bang coming from somewhere in the ship, and arguments conducted at top volume are at least a daily occurrence. Peter's music is a constant fixture, sometimes in competition with the rest and sometimes noise in it is own right. For someone more than used to her fair share of silence, this is all gratingly new, and if her muscles are more primed to tense every time Rocket sets off something he shouldn't, no one could blame her.
Yet somehow, somewhere deep down, it's also... strangely reassuring. This would never, anywhere, be a part of life under Thanos, and with every passing day, the truth becomes more tangible: she's free.
Now, though, that is a distant thought. Working as a team is clearly not without growing pains, and while they have managed to complete this job, the fallout has been nothing short of explosive — in a verbal sense. The arguing continues for almost two hours before Rocket is the last to stalk off, leaving her and Peter standing alone in the common area in silence.
A silence that, she has to admit, is not refreshing, but rather strange and slightly unsettling after spending weeks in the complete absence of it. When it becomes apparent that Peter, for once, is not going to find some way to fill it, she lets out a breath and ventures, quietly:
"Antagonizing him isn't going to get us anywhere."
She almost wonders if her new roommates are physically incapable of silence — there is not an hour that goes by without a clash or a bang coming from somewhere in the ship, and arguments conducted at top volume are at least a daily occurrence. Peter's music is a constant fixture, sometimes in competition with the rest and sometimes noise in it is own right. For someone more than used to her fair share of silence, this is all gratingly new, and if her muscles are more primed to tense every time Rocket sets off something he shouldn't, no one could blame her.
Yet somehow, somewhere deep down, it's also... strangely reassuring. This would never, anywhere, be a part of life under Thanos, and with every passing day, the truth becomes more tangible: she's free.
Now, though, that is a distant thought. Working as a team is clearly not without growing pains, and while they have managed to complete this job, the fallout has been nothing short of explosive — in a verbal sense. The arguing continues for almost two hours before Rocket is the last to stalk off, leaving her and Peter standing alone in the common area in silence.
A silence that, she has to admit, is not refreshing, but rather strange and slightly unsettling after spending weeks in the complete absence of it. When it becomes apparent that Peter, for once, is not going to find some way to fill it, she lets out a breath and ventures, quietly:
"Antagonizing him isn't going to get us anywhere."
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But sometimes, it turns out, that's kind of a lot of pressure. Sometimes he remembers why he's been doing solo side jobs of late, rather than working with anyone on the Ravager crew. Sometimes a shouting match just feels much more satisfying than taking the so-called high road.
The fact that it's Gamora lecturing him right now doesn't help either, only fuels his irritation further. "I'm not antagonizing him. He needs to know that almost blowing us all up--for the second time in a week, by the way--is unacceptable!"