[ Peter doesn't know the extent of Kasumi's injuries -- mostly by her design, in all likelihood. He knows her leg is injured, he knows the two of them have more cuts and nicks and chunks of skin torn away than is considered normal. He knows the two of them will heal up with more than a few scars between them. But he also knows that the two of them are here and alive, and he's thankful for that. He knows that when they lie together, weeks and months from now,they'll map the constellations of their scars and find them a mercy, a blessing.
He suspects neither of them will come out of this completely unscathed, though. Bad enough his time apart from her and the Guardians had left him a wreck. Bad enough that even now, being apart for a day or so leaves him pacing in the cargo hold, fingers itching and heart aching and just pleading over and over, Let her be okay. Then things got better, slowly but surely. The old wounds grew scar tissue, the rips were mended, and the patchwork that was Peter Quill was slowly becoming whole.
Then Thessia was lost, and the final movements of the war picked up speed, and healing took a backseat to surviving. Reaper attacks on unsuspecting ships became the norm, darting in and out of systems like wind, and Peter was terrified of losing his family all over again. The instincts he honed over those several long months snapped back into place, burst through the half-completed seams. Every night as they prepared for their final push on Earth, he woke silent and frozen, eyes wide and staring in the dark, listening for every suspicious sound, muscles wound tight and ready to snap. It's only luck that he never hurt Kasumi, managed to pull back from that half-remembered panic just enough to keep himself from acting.
He lost ground. Peter knows that much. It's going to take time for him to make it up again. But that's fine, as long as Kasumi is here, as long as his family is here. They can all of them mend and heal and scar with the knowledge that it will get better. Because it has to. ]
Yeah, 'course we will. You'n'me, basically a force of nature. Not even the Reapers could keep us down.
But just take it easy, yeah? [ He traces the line of her cheek with the tips of his fingers, and for at least the billionth time he thanks everything in the universe that they're okay, that they'll heal and get better. That they have the opportunity to do so. ]
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He suspects neither of them will come out of this completely unscathed, though. Bad enough his time apart from her and the Guardians had left him a wreck. Bad enough that even now, being apart for a day or so leaves him pacing in the cargo hold, fingers itching and heart aching and just pleading over and over, Let her be okay. Then things got better, slowly but surely. The old wounds grew scar tissue, the rips were mended, and the patchwork that was Peter Quill was slowly becoming whole.
Then Thessia was lost, and the final movements of the war picked up speed, and healing took a backseat to surviving. Reaper attacks on unsuspecting ships became the norm, darting in and out of systems like wind, and Peter was terrified of losing his family all over again. The instincts he honed over those several long months snapped back into place, burst through the half-completed seams. Every night as they prepared for their final push on Earth, he woke silent and frozen, eyes wide and staring in the dark, listening for every suspicious sound, muscles wound tight and ready to snap. It's only luck that he never hurt Kasumi, managed to pull back from that half-remembered panic just enough to keep himself from acting.
He lost ground. Peter knows that much. It's going to take time for him to make it up again. But that's fine, as long as Kasumi is here, as long as his family is here. They can all of them mend and heal and scar with the knowledge that it will get better. Because it has to. ]
Yeah, 'course we will. You'n'me, basically a force of nature. Not even the Reapers could keep us down.
But just take it easy, yeah? [ He traces the line of her cheek with the tips of his fingers, and for at least the billionth time he thanks everything in the universe that they're okay, that they'll heal and get better. That they have the opportunity to do so. ]