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"I might be good, but no one is good enough to enter the local bandits' pit, stroll casually through the corridors, open the cells and escape with three of their newest prisoners – alone!"
Gamora could almost see the cogs in Peter's head turning – first, confusion, then amusement and a barely visible trace of disbelief, and after that, determination.
"There's like no way I'm letting you go on your own."
- Part 1 of Let me show you
“Guess it’s my turn to be captured now, don’t worry guys, I got this?” Gamora cleared her throat and clarified, "That’s what Peter said before he got kidnapped."
“I do not see how that could be a clue.”
It's Peter who got kidnapped this time. Time for a rescue mission.
(Can be read as a stand-alone.)
- Part 2 of Let me show you
21 Jun 2018
When Gamora insisted she was going to start training him more in close range combat with blades, she knew the whining and complaints would follow.
“Guns won’t always be an option. You need to familiarize yourself with swords and knives, because now they are your blind spots in combat. Long-range weapons are your strength. You know next to nothing about sword fighting, offense or defense.”
“Yeah, well, usually if an enemy is close enough to stab me, that means I’m doing something wrong,” Peter muttered under his breath.
09 May 2019
A month, they were told. It was going to be a whole month of this. Just had to wait it out. Though, if she had to choose anyone to be stuck in her body for a month, she'd definitely choose her boyfriend. And she'd pick his body hands down as well. She loved his body. She's only spent the last two years making love to it and sleeping next to it every night.
“Should we keep going on missions? Or do you think we're out of commission for the month?” Peter asked on day two.
Gamora was kinda zoning off, partly because of how weird it was, but also, like... she was really pretty.
She supposed it made sense. This was Peter's body, with Peter's brain chemistry, who was significantly attracted to Gamora. Distractingly so. Her gaze kept drifting from the messy bed head of black tangles and curls across the table, down to incredibly alluring emerald lips that were chattering just as much as Peter always did.
She briefly wondered if he was having the same thoughts regarding his own body, and then immediately knew he was, because they just woke up, and she always thought Peter's hair all fussed up was the hottest thing ever.
[Or: the established relationship body switching fic you didn't know you needed]