[ Again, Gamora is as still as a statue as Peter plucks out the scraps of metal that flaked off of the bullet when it passed through her – shallow as it may have been.
Finally, with that reassurance, Gamora allows the tension to sink out of her with a shaky exhale.
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Finally, with that reassurance, Gamora allows the tension to sink out of her with a shaky exhale.
A little hoarse, ]
Hand me a pressure bandage?