#mr; galaxy's sadist (neb)

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“Check it out,” The avenger’s grinning as he leads Nebula into his favorite part of the compound, almost giddy as he walks over to the air hockey table in the middle of the room. “You’re going to love this-“ he turns it on, watching as the air levitates the puck and twin sliders. “Cmon, I’ll show you how to play.”

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“Is this another game?” The paper football was fun, at least for what it was. But there was more time for games now that they were safe, alive. Safe and alive and now there was time for leisure. It was a foreign concept to her. Games and play and fun were all a part of a past that was buried so deep in her memories, she could hardly bare to try and think that far back. It wasn’t worth it. Her life had progressed too far beyond that point. So when she’s dragged through the compound (she’ll claim, though she’s gone willingly) towards what can only be assumed is a game room, she’s unsure of what the endgame is. Standing at one side of the table, she looks over at him, eyes narrowed in confusion. “Alright. Is there a winner in this game as well?” She certainly liked that part, winning for a change. 

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He would be lying if he said he didn't absolutely admire Nebula, so it wasn't really a surprise that he had fallen for her. Of course he had kept quiet about how he felt, that was of course until they had managed to defeat Thanos. The loss of Tony had been something that cut him deep. But it also made him realize he couldn't let life pass him by, so he stood there so close to Nebula. "Nebula.. I like you a lot, would it be alright if i kiss you?" he asked knowing better than to not get consent.

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Things had moved quickly. They had retrieved the stones (though she had been kidnapped, and her past self had betrayed everyone), and fixed things. But that did not mean there still was not loss. She did not know Tony or Natasha to the extent of the rest, but five years had given her a respectable friendship with the both of them. The funerals had passed, and she was leaving soon. The other Guardians had taken some time to see Earth (for Quill’s sake especially, given that he hadn’t been there since his childhood), so she had spent time with those she had befriended, particularly Rhodey. Other than Rocket, he might know her better than anyone living (Gamora would have been the other exception), so she trusted no one more than him. 

“I ---” Confusion flickers across her face. She’s not completely oblivious to flirting (even if this is a bit more obvious than that). She’s seen it in her travels over the years. It’s never been a desire of her own. A romantic partner was a hindrance, someone to worry about. She had had enough trouble worrying about herself. But now? Her father was dead, so that mission was completed. Perhaps, it was time to let herself just be. “I probably wouldn’t be very good at it.” It’s not a no, not at all.

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Send a ⁂ for my muse to take a bullet for yours.

These terrans were really a hassle to deal with. She could be injured, kill even, but she was not nearly as fragile. Her death would involve being torn to pieces, a painful enough torture she had undergone for years after being captured by Thanos after deciding to kill him, and turning against the only family she’d had. 

Now, however, she felt a bit differently. Family was a harsh word to her ears, but friends? Allies? That one had become softer, mellowed her around the edges a bit in the past couple of years. It might not have even been intended for him, but it was flying in his direction, and she was the only one close enough to stop it. His shield was out of his grasp - he had no other way to defend himself. 

She was smart about it. It would be painful, but there was more metal and it was likely the bullet would be stopped. Her chest was mostly metal, especially over her heart, and was likely to cause her immense amounts of pain, but would stop it. So she stepped in front, and it did work. The bullet stopped. It wouldn’t kill her, but it hurt like a bitch, and she fell to one knee. All of her thoughts happened as though there had been minutes to think, but really, only a short moment had passed. She wasn’t sure if anyone else in the battle had noticed the stray bullet heading towards the Captain, including himself. Saving someone might have been out of character for her, a few years ago, but she was (at least in spirit) a part of this team of people, at least today. 

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⭐️⭐️⭐️ ( one for brunn, one for nebula & one for thor! )

FOR EACH “⭐️” I GET, I’LL WRITE A HEADCANON ABOUT OUR MUSES.

⭐️  - Brunnhilde is initially impressed by Carol’s powers. Then she becomes impressed by who Carol IS and might spend less time drinking and more time with Carol, until Carol has to leave again, and she ends up getting more depressed than ever - which is when she ends up on Sakaar, as a scrapper. 

⭐️  - Nebula takes time to get to know Carol, but she is the one everyone goes to initially because she knows the most about Thanos. No one living knows more about Thanos; how he operates, his weaknesses, and how they might be able to kill him. Carol listens to her every word, but she’s the first (after Tony) who discusses other things with her besides Thanos or the death of everyone they’ve ever met. That causes Nebula to respect her, and reciprocate conversations with her more easily.

⭐️  - Carol and Thor get along immediately. They both know loss, and they both have power, but that’s not really what it’s about. They just click immediately, and end up being able to fight together impressively well before they hardly know each other. 

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shoves away.

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There’s a quick flash in her eyes - rejection? Pain? None of those words are really strong enough. Nebula had simply offered a hand (though, the superior smirk on her face might be what caused the shove) when Gamora had, for once, fallen first. It had not been a battle between them, merely a training session where Nebula had kept her footing. There would be no reward here for Nebula - why pretend otherwise? Once her hand, her offer of help, is shoved away, she merely shrugs. “Have it your way.”

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BADLY,  flirts with.  (to Nebula)

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“Is this a Terran custom?” She isn’t sure what exactly he’s doing. Kind words aren’t something she’s particularly used to. Even allies are a new event for her, so friendliness goes a long way in her book. This, however, seems to extend beyond that. Whatever he’s doing, it’s certainly seeming to be more than friendly. “You terrans are very strange.” 

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“Well, I don’t judge people on their worst mistakes.” / nebula.

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“You could not even begin to guess my worst mistakes.” 

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‘to be fair, you did hit him fucking hard.’ (for nebula!)

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“If a simple blow knocks him out, he wasn’t that strong to begin with.” Nebula was not known to pull punches, and she had not done so in this fight. Her hands have often broken against another, jaws and fists that have shattered, and only she could repair in a near instant. She had barely hit the other man, and he had fallen unconscious. Men who step up to others should be able to protect themselves; Nebula had learned that lesson the hard way. “He won’t die from it. He’ll wake shortly.”

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‘you can come whenever you want. i’d like you to come, if it helps.’ (for nebula)

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“Promise?” Not a genuine response, a sarcastic bite still on the edge of her tone. It’s difficult to trust Gamora after everything that has happened between them. This is a departing tone - Nebula has made it clear that she’s on a mission to kill the man they both called father, who shaped them into the killers they had become. Nebula might have enjoyed it, relished in the deaths more than her sister had, but that did not change that she was warped, changed into a monster by Thanos, and was set on revenge. “You could still come with me. With the both of us, it would be as easy as breathing to kill him.”

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“I got drunk and now I’m sitting on the ground.” ( for Nebula )

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“I can see that.” She’s never been drunk (doesn’t know if the alterations on her body would allow that). She’s never seen the appeal in dulling the senses in such a way. At least, not before losing everything. Now? Maybe, but she’s not exactly sure it would even work. A normal person would offer a hand, an assist, but Nebula has never exactly been that sort of creature. Instead, she takes a seat next to her. “If you throw up on me, I will kill you.” Her tone is serious; she probably is. 

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“I will beat the devil in an appropriate place and not ruin my floors.” ( for nebula! )

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“Have you not learned how to torture a man without blood?” Or even breaking skin. She wasn’t one for psychological torture, but physical torture was her specialty. She hadn’t been called the biggest sadist in the galaxy for no reason. “There are many ways to hurt someone without drawing blood.”

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🌺 (peter @ nebula)

SEND “🌺” TO PUT A FLOWER IN MY MUSE’S HAIR!

He’s a child. She has to keep that in mind. Besides that, he’s been through Hell. She had survived the decimation caused by Thanos - he had not. And upon the return, she had learned that the scene in front of her on Titan had been particularly painful for him, given his own enhancements. Nebula was not opposed to allies (though she had few of them), and she had begun to trust a very select few of the so-called Avengers (they were smarter than the Guardians, which was a relief). Some of that is based on respect, and those that fought against Thanos on Titan earned her’s. “—- What is this for?” She has to ask, confused why he’d place a flower behind her ear, a strange earth custom perhaps? 

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‘what? loneliness pays.’ @nebula

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“Finally, someone intelligent.” Someone looking out for themselves. Nebula had been forced to do that for years, since growing up, learning that she had no one but herself. Her ‘father’ would never acknowledge her strength, her skills - not next to her sister, Gamora. Not next to her other siblings. While she might be trusted to go on more reconnaissance missions than the other children of Thanos, she knew that was because of her effectiveness, particularly when working alone. “Though being alone and loneliness are not the same thing.” Loneliness was a weakness. Singularity could only be a strength.

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‘i don’t do that any more.’ - for whoever you would prefer

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“How quaint.” Her sister Gamora really had gone straight, sort of. It was sickening. One of the best assassins in the galaxy (Nebula was too stubborn to give either of them the title of best) and here she was, reduced to a soft hero. Hero might be a loose term, considering that she traveled with a various number of wanted outlaws, but Gamora had done far more good in the past few months than Nebula had considered doing in her life. 

“One more time, for old time’s sake.” She offered, her face lighting up in a challenge, the gaze granted towards her former sister ally offering a chance to revert to her old, more preferred ways. “Though I almost understand if you’re scared. You have gone soft, Gamora.”