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{ ✉ >> green warrior } Vastly inconvenient. Unless, of course, one must fight them. { ✉ >> green warrior } Good. I can run drills on my own, of course, but that is no substitute for real practice. { ✉ >> green warrior } Please tell me you know how to use a sword. That would be ideal.

[ ☁ ] the entire city is without power due to a storm, and gamora & kate run into each other during a supply run. ( @futzyou )

Terrans were entirely too sensitive to weather. It seemed that, after millennia of dealing with their own ecosystem, they would have found ways to adapt to the harsh storms their planet suffered, but that was not the case. Storms still knocked out power as if it were nothing, and humans still reacted with the same chaotic fear as if such things were unheard of. 

Gamora found it irritating, to say the least.

More irritating still was the fact that, thanks to her teammates’ unfortunate timing, she was forced to go out in the chaos and retrieve supplies. It was not a trip she was looking forward to, though she did find herself slightly less annoyed when she spotted someone familiar on the streets.

“Kate Bishop,” she greeted, falling in stride beside the young human. She looked vastly different than Gamora was accustomed to, but recognizable all the same. “I suppose this storm has left you without electricity as well. It is pleasant to see you, even if the circumstances are far from ideal.”

[ ◐ ] gamora is having a sleepover with your natasha. ( @slcvicshadow )

There was something thrilling about the mundane image before her now. Blankets spread out on the floor, pillows leaned carefully against the couch, wine glasses balanced on knees. Gamora had never had a moment like this, had never known such beautiful simplicity before. She found it was one of her favorite things about Earth; the ability to experience a quiet night.

“Thank you for allowing me to stay the night,” she said, breaking the silence as she looked over to Natasha with a smile. “When Peter told me he was having a ‘slumber party’ with Barton, I knew it would be better for all involved if I was not present for it.” With Natasha’s husband gone for the night, her apartment seemed the best place to stay. She was glad when her friend called her, glad when she extended the invitation without Gamora having to ask. That was something else she enjoyed about this planet, something else she was still learning: friendship.

[ ❢ ] gamora discovers peter all bloodied and bruised.

It was not rare for Gamora to find the heat of anger consuming her. For much of her life, anger was the only thing she had that was truly her own. Thanos owned every part of her, controlled what she did and when, pointed her like a gun and pulled the trigger forcing her to kill over and over again, but he never owned her anger. It was the one thing he could not take from her, the one thing he allowed her to have for her own. 

And right now, it was raging. 

Peter stood in front of her, blood dripping from his nose, soaking through his shirt, and Gamora wanted nothing more than to find the cause of it. Somewhere, there was a blade with his knife coating its metal, a gun whose bullet had found its way through its skin, a pair of knuckles that had bruised themselves against his face. She was not sure which, was not sure what the cause for his injuries may be, but she knew one thing for certain: whoever it was would not live another day.

“Who did this?” She asked, voice low and steady. “What happened? Peter, if you started another fight over nothing, I’m going to kill you myself.” The threat was empty and they both knew it; the concern in her voice gave her away.

Her green skin clearly marked her a non-human, and with all the alien panic in the city, Helena figured she should probably be more cautious about approaching her. But the way she was feeling right now, the woman could be a Skrull and Helena wouldn’t care if she helped find her cross.

“It’s gold, about this big.” Helena explained, holding up her thumb and index finger to show the approximate size.  “A cross is two intersecting lines, one vertical, one horizontal. There’s a ‘B’ engraved on the back.”

“It has to be here.” She said, more to herself than the other woman. Her mother’s cross had stayed on that chain through fights and explosions, the thought of losing it in a bar of all places was nearly enough to make Helena cry. “It’s an heirloom, I can’t lose it.”

The stranger didn’t immediately turn away at the sight of her complexion, which was a nice surprise. Prior to the Skrulls’ invasion of Earth, people reacted to Gamora with a sense of curiosity. Lately, it was typically something more akin to disgust. It was infuriating, being hated for something she had absolutely no control over.  At least when she roamed the galaxy, it was her own reputation that made people fear her. Here, they hated her based solely on how she looked. Humans were truly small-minded creatures.

This woman seemed different, though. More open, more willing to bend. Gamora liked that, though she would not go so far as to extend the sentiment to the woman herself. She rarely decided she liked someone based on a single conversation, after all. She listened as the woman explained what she was looking for, nodding her head. “I will help you look,” she decided, sliding from her barstool gracefully. 

She was obviously distressed at the loss of her cross, and Gamora’s suspicions that the charm must hold some sentimental value were quickly confirmed as the woman named it an heirloom. “If it’s here, we’ll find it,” she assured the woman, offering her a small smile. “Try not to worry yourself over a loss you haven’t yet suffered.” 

{ ✉ >> green warrior } I have a proposition for you. { ✉ >> green warrior } You appear to be considerably more durable than a human. { ✉ >> green warrior } Would you be interested in sparring with me?

{ starter :: @galaxiesdeadlicst }

Helena had only walked about three blocks when she realized her mother’s gold cross was missing off its chain. Heart sinking, she had backtracked to the bar she had just been at, and after not seeing the cross on the sidewalk, she was hoping it would be somewhere in the bar.

After quickly scanning the front of the bar, Helena rushed up to the bar stool she had sat at earlier. The seat was occupied and Helena wasted no time in getting the person’s attention. “Excuse me, have you seen a gold cross?” Helena asked the stranger, fingers looped through the empty gold chain around her neck. “I just realized it was gone…I was here earlier tonight, it’s-have you seen it?”

Gamora cared little for the chaos plaguing the city. Truthfully, as long as the events did not touch her or her team, she saw no reason to fret over them. She felt for her friends who’d been affected by the Skrulls’ latest plot -- Natasha was among the victims, after all -- but mostly, she was relieved. Rather than wasting her time fretting over it all, she made her way to a local bar and settled in for the night, ordering a drink.

She hadn’t been there long when a voice pulled her from her thoughts. Gamora turned towards a stranger, brow furrowing together at the stress that was clear on the woman’s face. Her eyes flickered to the empty chain around her neck before going back to her expression, and Gamora shrugged a shoulder. “I’m unfamiliar with what a cross might look like,” she admitted, taking a swig of her drink. “I can help you look if you describe it.”

“Seriously, how the fuck does anyone get anything done like this?” Bo grunted a little as she worked on the task before her. Opening a jar of pickles had once been as easy as scratching an itch. But now, with her strength mysteriously gone, it was a lot harder. She looked at her companion, begrudgingly thrusting the jar at them. “Can you please open this fucking thing!?”

Gamora was fortunate that she cared so little for the Terrans’ government. Had she had more of a concern for the fallen Panel leader, she might have found herself at the woman’s memorial, might have experienced the targeted attack from the Skrulls. She was uncertain how the events might have affected her physiology and enhancements, but she was pleased that she would not have to discover the answer. When she found herself drawn from her thoughts by a woman nearby, Gamora turned to the stranger with a quirk of her brow. “Are you incapable of opening it yourself?” She asked, though she took the jar into her hands as she said it. “Surely you’ve managed with such tasks before.”

(✉ → Sister): She did buy me scones once. I suppose I will spare her, but if she continues to be irritating, I am not responsible for my actions.  (✉ → Sister): If only because it is so easy to kill them. I am hardly challenged these days.  (✉ → Sister): Your side, sister. Just because he opposes Thanos at your side does not mean I count him as an ally. The celestials were a dangerous race, and it would be unwise to forget that as well. 

(✉ → Sister): In what galaxy is that true? Certainly not this one.  (✉ → Sister): Their deaths will be almost as satisfying as Father’s.  (✉ → Sister): Fair point, and yet their stupidity never fails to shock me. He was attacked? And survived? That is a feat I wouldn’t have expected, even from a half-celestial. 

♘ for a questioning text

❤ for an affectionate text

(✉ → Idiot): I know that everything with the Skrulls has been difficult for you, especially in relation to your heritage. I just wanted you to know that I think you’ve handled it admirably and I’m proud of you.(✉ → Idiot): And it’s your turn to clean Groot’s room.

♘ for a questioning text

(✉ → Natasha): I saw the news regarding the Panel head.(✉ → Natasha): Did you know her? I’m sorry if you did.(✉ → Natasha): Would you like me to assist you in finding her killer? We can tear them apart piece by piece together.

(✉ → Sister): Would you be terribly upset if I accidentally kill her?  (✉ → Sister): With blood and sweat. And no one will take it from us ever again.  (✉ → Sister): You’re far wiser than your teammates. Particularly Quill. I haven’t been annoyed from him in several weeks, I thought perhaps he had finally done us all a favor and died. 

(✉ → Sister): I forget her name. But she is one of those insufferable Panel members, the blonde one.  (✉ → Sister): True words, sister. I would not stand in your way for anything.  (✉ → Sister): I am agreeable to this. It is not a team up, I’m not working with the Gardens, but you and I perhaps would be able to garner some valuable information.  (✉ → Sister): As you should. 

(✉ → Sister): I, for one, would be happy to never learn anything else about them. There is a woman who insists I ought to learn about the local culture – as if they have any.  (✉ → Sister): It it a waste of time, but you do as you see fit, sister. You always have.  (✉ → Sister): Agreed. But if we knew their motives, their eventual goal, it would be easier to destroy them. To punish them for their foolishness, before Thanos takes that from us as well. (✉ → Sister): Of course. 

(✉ → Sister): How does anyone on this planet stand it? They are glued to these devices and yet they are so cumbersome. Even in ancient times, the other parts of the galaxy could not have been this crude. (✉ → Sister): I am inclined to think so. Honor them? For what purpose? It will not change the fact that they are dead. And the galaxy will not care. It did not care for the sacrifice of your people or mine, it will not care for the loss of another planet.  (✉ → Sister): Hmm. Perhaps that is why the Skrulls have arrived then. If they are not allied with him, perhaps they wish to take this ‘prize’ before he can, to punish him for interfering in their war. There are several possibilities, it will be difficult to determine which is correct.  (✉ → Sister): If you see one, you will have to record it for me. I do not wish to miss it.