( marc's met gamora before. it'd been a brief thing given the way that marc solidly, absolutely does not go into space but for special occasions (indeed, two of the handful of instances had been tangentially moon related), but it'd been enough for gamora to not leave a lasting impression per se, but an impression.
(the second time marc had encountered gamora, he'd had no idea who she was and had needed to be prompted by spider-man, and that— —well, that had left slightly more of an impression.)
he thinks there are differences — age, maybe? — something that doesn't quite marry the woman in front of him with the woman he remembers but then, he hasn't always been the most trustworthy in that regard. he meets her gaze, his own expression not quite as neutral as hers — it's not that he doesn't trust her, it's more that his default expression, his default state of being, is encompassed by a pensive frown.
as she speaks, both his posture and expression relax (minutely), and he looks towards the small knife she holds out between them. he eyes it, just for a moment, lips quirking momentarily.
in another life, he'd trusted her.
he holds up a hand and gestures loosely at their surroundings. it's not that he doesn't appreciate her wariness of their situation, but in much the same way that marc's the first person she's encountered in A WHILE, so too is she the first person he's encountered. )
I appreciate your optimism. ( breath of a pause; sidelong glance, questioning— ) Gamora.
i, highstorm
(the second time marc had encountered gamora, he'd had no idea who she was and had needed to be prompted by spider-man, and that—
—well, that had left slightly more of an impression.)
he thinks there are differences — age, maybe? — something that doesn't quite marry the woman in front of him with the woman he remembers but then, he hasn't always been the most trustworthy in that regard. he meets her gaze, his own expression not quite as neutral as hers — it's not that he doesn't trust her, it's more that his default expression, his default state of being, is encompassed by a pensive frown.
as she speaks, both his posture and expression relax (minutely), and he looks towards the small knife she holds out between them. he eyes it, just for a moment, lips quirking momentarily.
in another life, he'd trusted her.
he holds up a hand and gestures loosely at their surroundings. it's not that he doesn't appreciate her wariness of their situation, but in much the same way that marc's the first person she's encountered in A WHILE, so too is she the first person he's encountered. )
I appreciate your optimism. ( breath of a pause; sidelong glance, questioning— ) Gamora.