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zenwhoberi2018-08-09 03:46 pm
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[for the first time in over twenty years, gamora isn't sure what happens next. there's no throne room now, no cold, dark ship, no assignments or fabricated pledges of loyalty. tomorrow, she won't fight her "siblings" for their "father's" favor, won't sit on stone steps wishing to be anywhere else. she'll have a choice, maybe, when she sees the first light of day, and she lets the thought curl silently on her tongue, testing its weight.
but out of all that she doesn't know, there's one thing she does: thanos will never find the soul stone. she's seen to that.
and she's not going back.
the streets of hemera, the largest population center on arcturus iv (which still isn't saying much, given the remoteness of the planet), are quiet now as she sits on the pavement with her two new — allies? (the word feels strange in her mind.) she'd prepared for a steep price, even a potential struggle for what is, without question, some of the most sensitive information in the entire galaxy, but she hadn't anticipated the chaos that would explode around her. hadn't anticipated the innocents that would be caught in the crossfire, or the quick decisions she'd have to make to keep another massacre from playing out in front of her eyes. hadn't anticipated that, today, someone, a child, would look up at her and regard her not with fear, but with something like — gratitude. and —
it's been an hour without a sign of anything changing.
she lets out a long breath, stretches out leg that's been steadily starting to stiffen from the position she's currently in, as she glances over toward the man, and:]
Put pressure on it, [she says, not harshly but not overtly kindly either, motioning to his wound with her free hand. (the other still rests within easy reach of godslayer hanging on her hip, in case any kind of shift in the situation presents itself at any moment. letting her guard down would be stupid at best, and a fatal mistake at worst; she knows that, too.)]
but out of all that she doesn't know, there's one thing she does: thanos will never find the soul stone. she's seen to that.
and she's not going back.
the streets of hemera, the largest population center on arcturus iv (which still isn't saying much, given the remoteness of the planet), are quiet now as she sits on the pavement with her two new — allies? (the word feels strange in her mind.) she'd prepared for a steep price, even a potential struggle for what is, without question, some of the most sensitive information in the entire galaxy, but she hadn't anticipated the chaos that would explode around her. hadn't anticipated the innocents that would be caught in the crossfire, or the quick decisions she'd have to make to keep another massacre from playing out in front of her eyes. hadn't anticipated that, today, someone, a child, would look up at her and regard her not with fear, but with something like — gratitude. and —
it's been an hour without a sign of anything changing.
she lets out a long breath, stretches out leg that's been steadily starting to stiffen from the position she's currently in, as she glances over toward the man, and:]
Put pressure on it, [she says, not harshly but not overtly kindly either, motioning to his wound with her free hand. (the other still rests within easy reach of godslayer hanging on her hip, in case any kind of shift in the situation presents itself at any moment. letting her guard down would be stupid at best, and a fatal mistake at worst; she knows that, too.)]