#d:nebula

[galaxiesdeadlicst]

@bluerobotbitch

Parties had never been something Gamora was particularly fond of. They were necessary, from time to time, something often used to lower a target’s defenses, to make them trust you before slitting their throats, but they were never more than that. Like most things she had done under Thanos, she had never attended a party for her own enjoyment.

That was, until now.

It was, unsurprisingly, Peter’s idea. He’d chosen a costume for her, informed her that it was perfect, and asked her to attend alongside him. It was a difficult offer to say no to, and Gamora found herself accepting with more ease than she might have even imagined before joining the Guardians. And, so far, she was pleasantly surprised by the party itself. Glancing across the crowd, she felt her brows draw together as she spotted a familiar face. Carefully, she made her way over, stopping when she was side by side with her sister. “I did not take you for the sort to attend events such as this,” she said conversationally.  

[spydcrwoman]

@bluerobotbitch

Something was happening. 

For months, the Skrulls had been unchanging in their actions. Jess had watched them intently, making careful note of everything they did and today, something was happening. A nervous excitement seemed to ripple through the ship, and they were repeating their stupid prayer -- He loves us -- far more than they typically did. 

Turning to her cellmate, Jess raised a brow. Throughout the months, she and Nebula had formed a bond of sorts, and they could communicate rather easily even without speaking. Nodding towards the cell door, Jess climbed to her feet and went to inspect the situation.

“The guards split,” she announced, cocking her head to the side. “And I hear gunfire. Or blaster fire, whatever. I think this is our chance. Are you coming?”

[galaxiesdeadlicst]

@bluerobotbitch

It was rare for Gamora to seek out her sister. Though they had reconciled, they were still hardly affectionate with one another. The resentment Thanos had instilled in them ran deep even now, and while Gamora was working past hers she knew it would take some time for both of them to fully recover from the wounds their father had marred them with. Perhaps they never truly would.

Still, today Gamora found herself in front of Nebula’s ship, walking up the ramp and through the door, navigating through her sister’s traps with practiced ease. They had ‘open invitations’ to one another’s dwellings, no matter how strained they may or may not be. “Apparently,” she said, raising a brow as she reached the area where her sister sat, “there is a holiday in American culture dedicated only to purchasing new belongings. I have procured a significant amount of Earth currency, and I doubt I will be here long enough to spend it all. Would you like to see what sort of things we can purchase with it?”