Marvel Imagines

Swords | Gamora

"Y/n, what are you doing with my sword?" Gamora asked, her voice monotone and bored but her eyes amused.
"Uh, what sword?" you asked, playing dumb and trying to hide it behind yourself.
"The one you're trying to hide," she said, rolling her eyes with a smile. "Want me to show you how to use it?"
"Sure!" you perked up at the thought of training.
"Alright then, hand it over so I can demonstrate," Gamora walked over to you.
You handed her the sword and she showed you how to grip it for maximum control over it.
"Show me that one move you do where you make the sword like, materialize out of itself!" you pleaded after testing out a few different swipes and thrusts with the sword.
"You mean like this?" she said, grabbing the shortened sword off her belt and flicking it so that it elongated in her hands.
"Yes! That one is so cool!" you smiled, practically bouncing with excitement.
Gamora smiled at your enthusiasm, and started telling you how to do it.
The two of you practiced with the sword for hours, only stopping when you were interrupted.
"You're training y/n with your sword?" Peter asked, leaning against the door with an eyebrow raised.
"The sword is so cool to use!" you gushed, handing it back to Gamora while Quill looked at her with a question in his gaze.
"I figured it was about time, y/n must know how to defend herself, at the very least." Gamora responded, the sword shrinking until she could put it back on her belt safely.
"Well, anyway, we're all eating dinner if you two would like to join us," Peter said, nodding.