"Well, hello there Mrs. Grumpy face," Peter smiles, trying to pull the covers away from her eyes, but Gamora's fingers scrunch onto them tight, refusing to release their hold.

"That's not my name," she mumbles, her voice still low and rough with sleep, contemplating if violence is worth it this early in the morning. She'd have to pull the blanket off her head to do anything more than wave him off, and that's a compromise she's not willing to make.

AN: This actually started out as a rejected fill for starmora week's day 1 prompt hello

Also- along with being a full time student, I got a new part-time job, so we'll see what gets written and when in terms of posting and updating fics