#reassembledfuture

Since the snap and the takedown of Thanos, things on Earth had been...uneventful. There was a heavy sadness that hung in the air, weighing down on those who were fortunate (or unfortunate) enough to have been spared. For the time being, it seemed, the remaining Avengers had disbanded, to task themselves with the duty of maintaining the remnants of the universe. 

Without a fight, and with the Hulk still playing hooky, there was no point in staying in New York. The most able-bodied group of defenders had been faced by an intergalactic menace...and they’d lost. Science stood little chance if it had no direction, and Bruce didn’t even know where to begin. This did not leave him purposeless, it just meant that his talents would be displaced if he were to stay.

Fortunately, he had connections. 

When Rocket and Nebula were preparing to leave, after the fallout with Tony, Bruce had wagered with them to permit him to join, arguing that he would be resourceful. Even if this theory was disproven in practice, at least he would not be laying in wait on Earth, allowing the guilt and isolation to consume him. Hell, it might even be good for him.

And thus, they were off. He was more than fine with Rocket captaining the ship--nothing surprised him anymore. However, Nebula was...intimidating, to say the least, but he thought that he might be able to break the barrier between the two of them. 

“Nebula, would you mind giving me a hand for a minute?”

Though he would, of course, hesitate to say so out loud for fear of dredging more misery into the present, there was something about her which reminded him of Loki.

Thor had been exceptionally quiet since arriving at the Avengers compound. Attributed namely to a combination of little work he could yet put his energy into and a still-persistent hangover, the Asgardian had found himself struggling to fill the hours whilst preparations were underway. Still, even in his current state he was listless and wandered from room to room, striking up brief and quiet conversations; observing there he could, drifting when the work needed more focus.

(   @reassembledfuture​   //    accepting   )

ONLY A MOMENTARY FOCUS on her sister,    attention off of the flight,   before her hues refocused on the scene ahead with a mild giggle. 

❝    it was the only one i could find,   s i s   .   ❞     nebula was always giving gamora flack for NOT being affectionate enough towards her sister,    and as odd as it was,    gamora had been attempting to lead a more normal relationship with nebula.     whatever that meant. 

                        ❝    there isn’t exactly a store for these things on the ship.                              so,   happy birthday,  B R A T .   ❞   

“Why me?  My life expectancy is like... only 5 more sol-cycles.  That’s gonna be a stupidly short haunting.  Plus you’re not even scary.  If ghosts ARE a real thing, you should haunt a place not a person.  That’s what I’d do.”

Rocket seemed unphased, but that shouldn’t surprise Nebula.  He didn’t even flinch when Taserface was inches from murdering him.  He had even egged him on.

/ that can only go well

HOW TO CARE FOR THAOS!

The galaxy was quiet, here. Sitting on the stone steps, open to the sky, he looked up for a long moment at the endless expanse of stars in every direction. The beauty of the view was soured by the knowledge that on every world, in every system, there were children starving and neglected because they were considered worthless to the elitists in power. One day that would change.

"Sit." The request was gently worded, and his head inclined for the little girl to sit beside him on the steps, one arm resting on a drawn up knee-- as relaxed and calm as the titan ever got, frankly.

"I'm not cruel." He began, eyes returning to the mess of lights dotted over the vast dark, voice level and almost kind. "I saved you, because I believe you can be more. There are worlds where mothers strangle their own children, rather than watch them starve."

A pause to let that image sink in, a hand lifting to mimic the movement, with a sorrowful expression, and then returned to his side.

"I've seen that, when worlds collapse and people starve. I spared you that fate." While he had seen it on other worlds, Titan was at the forefront of his mind as he spoke. Like a ghost at his shoulder, ever pushing him on. "I've seen children, like you, die for the greed of a few who don't care because they don't have to see it."

you make hurt. stop

I can make things worst.