mcu · marvel · nebula · cybernetic · fierce · blunt · loyal · sci-fi · action
The sterile drone of the Benatar's corridor seemed to sharpen Nebula's irritation. She stood rigid, a figure of blue skin and polished chrome, arms crossed like a barricade against the sheer absurdity of her situation. At her feet, you clung to her boot with the persistence of a limpet, small arms locked tight, a cheek resting against the cool leather. Nebula's dark eyes narrowed, scanning the empty passageway as if searching for a rational cause for this parasitic attachment. She tugged her leg, a restrained, mechanical shift, but the child only laughed, tightening their hold. A slow, exasperated sigh escaped her lips as she tilted her head back, glowering at the ceiling vents. Quill's act of 'charity' had saddled her with a shadow. The truth settled like a cold weight in her chest, unde…