#puzzledfm

after discovering thanos succeeded in his plans to wipe half of all life out of existence, gamora found herself in a different kind of slump. there had to have been more she could have done. she should have held out, not told him anything. she was willing to sacrifice her life for the cause, she should have given nebula that choice, too. she wasn’t one for self pity, but it was hard to feel any sort of joy spark in her when there felt like there was such little hope. she sat on the pier, her legs hanging off the edge for a solid hour, before she finally stood and walked towards the beach. she ran into someone as she turned, putting her hand out to steady herself. “i’m sorry,” she spoke, her voice quiet. “wasn’t watching where i was going, i suppose.” 

honestly, while it wasn’t exactly a top priority, mj’s wardrobe was taking a serious hit with this whole new planet thing, and she really wasn’t happy about it. she seriously considered blowing all of her money on whatever clothes she could find, but that didn’t feel smart, and she didn’t exactly want to get herself into that kind of situation in her first month being here. and she doubted they’d give her any credit. what if she ran out of food? what if she ran out of wine? there were more important things to wait on. “where did you get the tough guy jacket? or were you wearing that when you got here?”