Gamora knows hunger. The protein bars were a resource hard fought for and won. On missions, she found herself trying one local thing or another constantly, concealing curiosity with the practicalities of blending in.
Food had always been a tool. She noticed that Bucky needed more to maintain himself. She can also tells he knows what it's like to go without. There's something in the sharpness of his eyes that feels familiar all too often.
"Don't be a fool. I also have a Dagger."
They had to ditch the rifles. No ammo left.
Gamora meets his eyes.
"Eat that before your stomachs consume themselves." A pause. "Or stomache. I don't know how many you have." You as in humans. Conceding food feels bad, like a battle lost before she even fought it. But she eats a lot less than he needs to. And reluctant as she is to admit it, Gamora needs Bucky to be well for both their sake.
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Food had always been a tool. She noticed that Bucky needed more to maintain himself. She can also tells he knows what it's like to go without. There's something in the sharpness of his eyes that feels familiar all too often.
"Don't be a fool. I also have a Dagger."
They had to ditch the rifles. No ammo left.
Gamora meets his eyes.
"Eat that before your stomachs consume themselves." A pause. "Or stomache. I don't know how many you have." You as in humans. Conceding food feels bad, like a battle lost before she even fought it. But she eats a lot less than he needs to. And reluctant as she is to admit it, Gamora needs Bucky to be well for both their sake.