*𝖈𝖚𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖊𝖊𝖐 ( ᴀᴘ )

ur the worst dad ever get rekt

liSTEN L I S T E N ..... i have no regrets it’s the truth

                                                                            a pause , gaze DRAGGING upwards from book resting upon her lap ; a flax of her brow , amber hues not leaving that of ‘ FATHER ‘ as he speaks -- she supposes such questions are of the norm , yet she cannot think about what he may be referring to , && so she simply tilts her head , corners of her mouth twitching .                        ‘ the MAW ought to know better than to speak of matters he knows nothing about . ‘

                                 they had been ARGUING for the better part of an hour , proxima having no qualms about getting right into the avengers face , breaching personal space to make her point known – yet , at this stage she couldn’t even remember what they were arguing about . it was always like this when they sparred , it always tended to end in a VERBAL FIGHT that left her feeling far more drained than a simple beating would . both hands lift , shoving him back && away from her as though it were he who brokered the space in the first place , just about to LEAVE him to his own anger while she retreated to lick her wounds .                                                                      but he gets there first , larger hands grabbing her by upper arms && SLAMMING her back into the wall behind them , his face in hers , breathing hard . oh , if it were anybody else she would have fought tooth && nail , disallowed it to go this far … yet with him , the captain , it felt more like a game , && she was determined to win .                    ‘ do that again , && see what happens . ‘                    but the smirk twitching bare lips is tell-tale , the glint in her eyes a dead giveaway . head tilts upwards as hands raise to smooth over his shoulders , perching there as though she had all the time in the world .            ‘ you have me at your MERCY , captain america , now what ? ‘

                               𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖍 𝖈𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖍 , 𝖏𝖆𝖜 𝖈𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖋𝖚𝖑𝖑𝖞 ; but it was sweet pain , to feel something once more . something more than the nails that dig into her palms , crescent moons dripping with azure blood -- who was she without him ? a piece of her died the moment his glaive was DESTROYED , her other half motionless && it was all she could to r u n . gaze finds that of her sister , seeking out possible jest , as though care is really null && void ; would not blame her , proxima had not fought for the girls protection as hard as she ought to have , of course she could have done more -- for the girl who had felt like a DAUGHTER , a spark of light in a darkness that seemed so insidious ; her love had come in waves , never constant , yet lapping at the shores when needed -- it hadn’t been enough .                       ‘ 𝖎 𝖉𝖔 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘 , i want VENGEANCE . ‘     but there is something dull behind her gaze , fight unable to be found && there was a part of her that sought the sweet release of death , the sheer idea of being with HIM once more was a lullaby she could not ignore .         ‘ thanos will pay . ‘

               𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖕𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖆 valid question , one she ought to have expected && yet , it gives her PAUSE , a moment wherein she simply stilled --- the blood of your own people . were they still her people ? those parts of herself had been locked away the moment she had left thanos’ side , but were those still remained not her family ? cull obsidion , ebony maw ... choices had been made , && they would all live with those consequences . she opts for the bitter truth , unsure yet if it were worth it .                       ‘ my people were SLAUGHTERED years ago at the hands of thanos ,  xyriha laid to waste to fulfill his ideals of a pure world . ‘          chin lifts , regarding the other with a single brow lofted high -- would the questions abate upon knowledge that she , too , had suffered at the hands of he who believed himself equal to a god .

            𝖍𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔 𝖋𝖗𝖚𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖍𝖊𝖗 , a constant stream of annoyances that ranged from her own temper , && his constant needling ; never had been good at keeping her temper , worsened by the fact that he believed himself in a position to point out her flaws .          ‘ there aren’t many OPTIONS at present , so you have to do . ‘

              𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖔𝖊𝖘𝖓'𝖙 𝖒𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 he speaks , simply watches him with a furrow to her brow .             ‘ your smartmouth will be you downfall one day . ‘

                      𝖎𝖙 𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖉𝖎𝖉𝖓'𝖙 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑 , and now ... TERRA ! of all the places she could have wound up , it had to be a place she did not know , a place full of others so unlike herself -- still , they had PREPARED for this , made assurances , && she needed to find corvus ; he had to have made it , he would not have fallen to the mad titan . sharp inhale as she casts near frenzied gazer around , finding her foot but the aching && throbbing from her arm slowed lithe frame , clutching it close to her chest as she tried to fine SOMETHING that would tell her where she was --- it all felt so foreign , && for the first time in her life , proxima midnight was afraid .              𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖆 𝖛𝖔𝖎𝖈𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 to her , wild eye does she spin around , seeking it out ; reliance upon others was hardly ideal , not something she enjoyed , but she was smart enough to know when it was NEEDED !    ‘ i -- ‘     pause , swallow && she meets the others gaze .          ‘ where am i ? ‘