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[astrological]

[ peter's looking out at wonderland while gamora goes through her necessary motions. wonderland had almost felt like ego's world — beautiful and rich and out of this world impossible. but he trusts wonderland, because it belongs to mom. mom wouldn't let him read a book if she thought it was dangerous, and he likes to think that she hadn't told him about his dad's true essence because she knew, deep down, that despite how much she loved him, he wasn't a good man — thing — being. ]

[ peter trusts his mom, so that's why he trusts wonderland with gamora — because mom trusted it with him. ]

Well. [ he settles his shoulders, squinting for a moment as he tries to pick the best parts of the story. ] There's a croquet game with the queen. You need to watch out for her because she likes to behead people and you've got a nice head. And there's tea-time, although I can't remember the exact time it happens. But there's a lot of food, and the Mad Hatter's there. I think he'd be pretty cool. Maybe he'd give us a hat or a scone or something. [ he shrugs his shoulders. ] And there's stuff you shouldn't eat and drink …

[ he looks at her then, eyes almost popping out of his head. ] Have you eaten anything since you got here? Don't tell me you ate something that said "SHRINK ME"!

[ainteasy]

[ ignorant of the wheels turning in his head, she finds herself (once again) bewitched by the frenetic pace at which peter races through another fractal of terran culture. this one seems altogether less likely than all the others. then again, it's meant to come from a story. and although he tells it artlessly, she decides already that she likes his telling best.

(not that she'll inform him of that preference. never.)

gamora watches him while he talks. she reads every shrug and squint -- looking for truth, or maybe a glimmer of nostalgia. his, of course. she's got so little of her own; she rather likes piggybacking on his better memories.

but then he gets ridiculous again. and with a growling sigh, she asks: ] I'm the same height I've always been. Aren't I?

[ so, no, obviously -- she's not eaten anything that said 'shrink me'. but maybe she's had some currant scones with blackberry jam. they were delicious. ]

[astrological]

[ peter squints and studies gamora, standing on the tips of his toes, then lowering himself so he's looking up at her. he measures her up to what he knows of her — she's green and statuesque. it eventually just becomes an excuse to look at her, so peter squints his eyes and tries to smoothy move away from what he'd found himself doing. ]

[ he hums. ] Hmm … [ and reluctantly: ] I guess … I think I need to keep an eye on you. You may shrink and become Groot size, and my ears aren't equipped to pick up [ his voice goes shrill in his imitation of "girly": ] "I am Gamora!" [ his voice goes back to normal. ] Just be careful of what you eat, okay? If you ended up shrinking and being stepped on then I'd be really sad. Not that I think you'd be stepped on, because I think the person would lose their foot even if you were the size of Groot.

[ainteasy]

[ she suffers his scrutiny with a roll of her eyes and a growl beneath her breath. so perhaps she doesn't much suffer it at all, registering his displeasure with relish. even so, gamora doesn't stop him -- it's easier, by times, to let peter play his foolishness out. when you attempt to waylay him, it risks him redoubling his antics. ]

Or maybe you should be careful, instead. [ she counters, giving his chest a light nudge with the flat of her palm whenever she's deemed his examination had come too close; too near; too personal. ] I don't envy your chances if you find yourself at Groot's height and he's feeling combative.

[ -- yes, yes she is proposing tiny fight club. yes, yes she is implying you would lose. ]

[astrological]

[ he pretends the nudge hurts. bringing his hand to his chest, he rubs at the spot where she's touched him and mouths ow with a slight pull to his brows. gamora is an assassin, a fierce green-skinned warrior who takes no shit and delivers it to those who are annoyances in the galaxy, and yet her touch is so, so soft. ]

[ pretending to be injured goes right out the door when he gets what she's implying. oh stars no, sister! he could totally take on baby groot in fight club. he's the brad pitt here! or maybe the edward norton. he's the lead here! ]

I could take on Groot! Just because he's a tree and grows to be super, super tall and super strong and super indestructible doesn't mean that I don't stand a chance! I'm Star-Lord. He's a I am Groot. What kind of fighter name is that?

[ainteasy]

[ a snort of laughter when he suggests it's somehow about the name of whoever steps into the ring. as though names matter more than training; technique; discipline. though one could argue peter's lack of all three lends a certain advantage to the way in which he barrels through life. although it's unfair of gamora to consider him untrained simply because hers was of a markedly different sort.

she shakes her head. ]

I'd put my units on Groot. Every time, Peter.

[ so faithless, she. ]

[astrological]

[ his hand goes to his chest, a loud slap as he feels his heart completely disintegrate in his chest. his mouth drops open and peter purposefully ensures he's wearing a look of utter devastation on his face right now. ]

[ he knows it won't work with gamora. she's too strong, too resilient, to falter underneath the belief that she has broken him. but he hopes to play on the unspoken thing between them, and the fact he totally knows, deep down, she'd nurse him back to health if groot did kick his ass. the idea of seeing if she would makes this tempting enough to actually follow through with. ]

[ then he sings, ] Shot through the heart and you're to blame!

[ he rubs his hand against his chest, purposefully wincing. ] Ow, everything inside of me hurts at your lack of belief in me! I could kick ass. I could kick Groot's ass as a tiny Peter! [ mocking groot, his voice goes high, attempting to sound nasally like the little tree he adores: ] I am Peter!

[ainteasy]

[ so dramatic. gamora's sigh is audible as he performs his one man show. once, he might have been able to fool her with his clownish overreactions and his boisterous play; not so any longer. she's gained a sense for these things -- one she arguably should have gained much earlier.

(he's right, of course. she would nurse him back to health. the more relevant question is whether he'd survive her callous care-taking. her bedside manner likely leaves something to be desired.)

for now, however, she settles on a slight smile. he's entertaining. to the say the least. ]

You sound ridiculous. [ is that a prelude to laughter, sneaking in? ] You should hope he never hears you mocking him.

[ groot, in his current iteration, seems like the cartoonishly vengeful sort. ]

[astrological]

I ... [ his voice grows firmer. ] I hope he does!

[ he really, really does not hope for this. if groot hears it, he thinks the tree will cry and refuse to speak to him ever again. and peter really cannot have that at all. so, please, no one tell him! ]

Because I'd kick his ass! Tiny Peter could totally take on Tiny Groot!

[ no, he could not. because even if he did try, groot's had experience of being a baby while peter's used to being a fully grown man. this was not a well-thought out idea. he really wishes to backtrack right now but, because he's stupid and he wants to impress gamora out of some odd urge he doesn't quite understand, he doesn't. ]

[ainteasy]

[ you know, it's a marvel she doesn't smile. gamora never used to take pleasure in riling someone up -- not like this. it's always been more satisfying to throw the punch or stab the gut or do whatever it is galaxy-class killers do to get the job done. but this behaviour -- needling and teasing -- is a learned one. taken by association ever since she's spent so long careening through space with these assholes.

and peter is the sweetest rile of them all. ]

Not that we'll ever know for certain. It isn't something you can prove -- not unless you manage to find this food and drink from your story.

[ this should be a harmless quest to set him on, right? surely the mansion won't explode come the end. ]

[astrological]

[ it's with dramatic hand gestures peter declares loudly, for all of wonderland to hear: ] I'm going to find the SHRINK ME drink and I'm going to drink all of it! And then you'll see me kick that tiny weed's ass!

[ once he's done, his hands come down to his sides. does peter know gamora's trying to rile him up? a little. peter likes to think he's self-aware enough to know when he's being played. after all, he grew up with yondu, and while he hadn't quite figured out yondu telling him they'd eat him was his way of saying he loved him, he thinks he's got gamora figured out. ]

[ she's a galaxy-class killer, but she hasn't killed him yet and he annoys the fuck out of her. it's fucking love. ]

[ he looks at her, and says quietly: ] Don't tell him I called him a weed. I didn't mean it. He's beautiful, the most handsomest of baby tree roots.