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“Gamora, relax your shoulders a bit,” the photographer directed, adjusting the angle of his camera. “Peter, steady her leg—yes, that’s it! Now, Gamora, bring one hand up to his neck. And Peter, place your other hand on her bum.”“What?” Gamora’s head whipped around so fast that the wind from her movement ruffled Peter’s hair. She stared at the photographer in disbelief.“It’s a hot pose, Gamora,” the photographer explained, adjusting his lens. “Trust me, this will be on the front page. The chemistry, the intimacy—it’s gold!”Rocket, standing just off the set, threw up his paws in exasperation. “Oh, come on! Why does their chemistry have to hog the spotlight? They're not the only member of the Guardians!”Peter glanced over his shoulder with a smirk. “Deal with it, Rocket. Front-page material isn’t built on raccoon sass.”“I’m not a raccoon!” Rocket snapped, crossing his arms.