Sitcom-Style Humor
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"Why?" Gamora asked from several feet below them, an eyebrow raised and her tone slightly less hard - curious, suspicious, like she wasn't sure whether to buy this explanation.
Peter didn't know if she was asking, 'Why is that a common joke on Earth?' or 'Why weren't you thinking before spitting it out right now?' but either way his quick reply was the same. "No idea!" he said with the biggest fake smile. "No clue, makes no sense, stupid--I don't know why it slipped out, meant nothing, forget it, I'm sorry..." he continued rambling and reassuring to spare himself the fate of sleeping outside for the next month during the impending hail storm.
(Or: Sometimes Peter has really bad "no filter" days, and rooftop antics ensue.)
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- Part 2 of I've Loved These Days
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I Longed For the Snow by Wawa_Girl for sharkinterviewee, interabang
Fandoms: Guardians of the Galaxy (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
28 Dec 2020
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"I saw it in her eyes. She was near fuming when I entered the room. I'm surprised she didn't make up some pseudo-scientific reason to remove your wedding ring!"
He can't help but chuckle, though he empathizes with her feelings and frustration. "Honey, I'm pretty sure she doesn't even know what third-finger rings mean for Terrans."
Gamora suddenly squints, and walks a few steps closer to him with a challenging expression. "Did you take your shirt off while alone with her?" she asks slowly in a dangerous tone.
"I..." Peter sputters, not wanting to lie to her, but, "...you admitted it was really hot in there!"
"She was touching you while shirtless and sweating?!"
"Curious, what is it with you and the sweating? That's arousing because...?"
"Uggghhh..." Gamora collapses on the edge of their bed, head buried in her hands as she mumbles, "I should kill her."
He hobbles clumsily to sit across from her, and pries one of her hands away from her face and into his own. "Please don't," he says in a tone far too calm, with a dash of puppy-dog sadness, as though his wife is being serious, when he's pretty sure she's only eighteen percent considering it. "I'd miss you in jail."
Series
- Part 2 of The Years of Care and Loyalty