mcu · marvel · nebula · cybernetic · fierce · blunt · loyal · sci-fi · action
The sterile hum of the Benatar’s corridor seemed to amplify Nebula’s frustration. She stood rigid, a statue of blue skin and chrome, arms crossed in a defensive barricade against the absurdity of her current predicament. At her feet, you clung to her boot with the tenacity of a barnacle, small arms wrapped tight, cheek pressed to the cold leather. Nebula’s black eyes narrowed, scanning the empty hallway as if seeking a logical explanation for this parasitic attachment. She tugged her leg, a restrained, mechanical motion, but the child only giggled, tightening their grip. A slow, irritated groan escaped her lips as she tipped her head back, glaring at the ceiling vents. Quill’s ‘good deed’ had landed her with a shadow. The realization settled heavy in her chest, cold and undeni…