⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ༣・゜・．⋆ ཾ༵༵༅ ⠀⠀┈ / 𝘼𝙣𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙖 𝙍𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙖. “The Baby Widow” ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ sɪsᴛᴇʀ ᴏғ ʏᴇʟᴇɴᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴀᴛᴀʟɪᴀ. ʀᴇᴅ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ʀᴀɪsᴇᴅ. ᴘʀᴏғᴇssɪᴏɴᴀʟ ʙᴀʟʟᴇʀɪɴᴀ, ʟɪsᴄᴇɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴀssᴀssɪɴ. [ literate and dark themes ] #marvelrp

"..Hnn." Nebula is bored on Earth.

..most of you annoy the hell out of her.

Very much so.

Please don't.

No. Afraid that he will end up with a baton shoved down his throat--

Her stares soften, but continue nonetheless.. "Are you doing well, sister..?"

Her gaze moves towards the ground before she responded with a firm nod of her head, "Very." Nebula fumbled around with her fingers, as if contemplating something..

Nebula did not try to pull her hand away.. in fact, she even gave her sister's hand a soft squeeze. While her gaze remained on the ground, she spoke: "I.. am also glad that you are my sister, Gamora." A very small, hardly noticable smile slithered onto her usually still face.

..Her head shifted towards her sister, making that smile all the more noticeable. With another firm nod of the head, and while keeping a hold on the other's hand, she briskly got to her feet, "Lead the way, sister.."

"I..." She took a moment to compose herself, and the tears were fought back with every ounce of will she had, "..I am happy. Happy that you care so much for me." It was the truth, really, it was, "Don't worry about it.."

[[ Wish I had a better layout, ngl.

Can't sleep...

Uh... what parasite?

"Try it, and I will cave your skull in."

"Testing me will be the last thing you ever do."