Peter's definitely jumping to attention, moving to Gamora's side. He gives her space to breathe, though, a hand resting between her shoulder blades as he waits for the fit to pass.
(And there's a cold pit in his stomach, something old and familiar that he thought had disappeared a long time ago, and it makes his breath catch in his chest and it makes his throat close up and it makes something scrabble up the inside of his ribs, panicked and ugly, and—) ]
Should we...
We should go to the hospital.
[ It's been all of, what, fifteen minutes? And maybe it's rich for Peter to suggest that, of all people, but still. ]
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Peter's definitely jumping to attention, moving to Gamora's side. He gives her space to breathe, though, a hand resting between her shoulder blades as he waits for the fit to pass.
(And there's a cold pit in his stomach, something old and familiar that he thought had disappeared a long time ago, and it makes his breath catch in his chest and it makes his throat close up and it makes something scrabble up the inside of his ribs, panicked and ugly, and—) ]
Should we...
We should go to the hospital.
[ It's been all of, what, fifteen minutes? And maybe it's rich for Peter to suggest that, of all people, but still. ]