[ Gamora holds herself still as Peter cleans away the blood, tense – trusting, despite the vulnerable position she's in. She's wounded, in pain, and unarmed; this would be the perfect opportunity to lash out at her, to take her out, but—
Peter is just cleaning her up.
Nothing more. ]
Yes.
[ It's a blunt, honest answer. She doesn't try to downplay her experience, but she also doesn't offer him further details.
Reaching for the triage kit, she pulls out a small penlight, flicking it on and lifting her arm again. She shines the light onto the source of the bleeding and the flesh the bullet's path exposed. ]
The shrapnel will look like metal fragments in the entry site; it should stand out against my skin.
no subject
Peter is just cleaning her up.
Nothing more. ]
Yes.
[ It's a blunt, honest answer. She doesn't try to downplay her experience, but she also doesn't offer him further details.
Reaching for the triage kit, she pulls out a small penlight, flicking it on and lifting her arm again. She shines the light onto the source of the bleeding and the flesh the bullet's path exposed. ]
The shrapnel will look like metal fragments in the entry site; it should stand out against my skin.