[Gamora doesn’t move for a moment. But with a sigh, she turns around. Nebula will realise she’s stood in her panties with a harness fastening her hands just below her butt cheeks. It’s not exactly comfortable, but that hardly bothers Gamora. Between the enhancements and sheer endurance training, physically, she can handle the bondage. She hates the humiliation.]
Perhaps even you could beat me now. [She laughs, trying to make it clear it’s a joke. But Nebula’s already talking and her uneasy laugh becomes a genuine smile. She’s upset, naturally, but she can imagine how well Nebula and Rocket would get on. Both had a cock-sure attitude and a flair for the dramatic. And both were intensely loyal to their families. She’s about to say as much but Nebula is already talking about Quill. It hurts. Even her denial hurts. Gamora fears it’s lies. Why else would the network say it? But… she’s dead. And Peter needs someone. Gamora looks down to hide the tears trickling slowly over her cheeks. After a moment, she manages,]
You have to look after him, Nebula. Be - [Fuck] - what I can never be. Learn to dance.
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Perhaps even you could beat me now.
[She laughs, trying to make it clear it’s a joke.
But Nebula’s already talking and her uneasy laugh becomes a genuine smile. She’s upset, naturally, but she can imagine how well Nebula and Rocket would get on. Both had a cock-sure attitude and a flair for the dramatic. And both were intensely loyal to their families. She’s about to say as much but Nebula is already talking about Quill.
It hurts. Even her denial hurts. Gamora fears it’s lies. Why else would the network say it?
But… she’s dead. And Peter needs someone.
Gamora looks down to hide the tears trickling slowly over her cheeks.
After a moment, she manages,]
You have to look after him, Nebula. Be - [Fuck]
- what I can never be. Learn to dance.