Nebula
"He did it." Her words seemed foreign, unfamiliar, even while being spoken from a broken body with so many salvaged parts.
Regardless of her cynicism, she thought that they could stop Thanos. She did not expect Gamora to give the location of the soul stone so freely. Maybe if her friends were being tortured; especially if harm were to befall the fool, Quill.
She did not expect Gamora's undoing to come through Nebula's own torture.
Thanos knew, though. He knew that Gamora's weakness was her sister, yet Nebula did not realise until she saw her cry and plead with their father for her freedom.
Nebula's lips trembled in a way that seemed more than just a phantom sensation of what she was before the mechanics replaced flesh. Tears fell unwillingly from her eyes as she turned away from the wounded stranger before her.
She could pretend that surviving in Thanos' new universe didn't unsettle her, but the pure anger she felt coiling within her chest would not be silenced.
She had not killed Thanos.
She could not save her sister.
The rage and loss at her failures pulsated from her body in waves, with so much force she could not spare a thought for the loss of half of the universe, even if she willed it.
I seem to be dabbling in anything but my main projects at the moment, oops. I wrote a collection of very small one-shots based on the reactions of those surviving after Thanos' snap in Infinity War. Please enjoy, or cry, like I did when writing them. xx
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