"I couldn't give you up."
"...I know."
As the daughter of Black Widow, Nyla-Rose is used to the craziness that has become her life. When sudden truths are revealed and she's finally ready to take a break from everything, an intergalactic sociopath s...
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It was a day of rest, one where the clouds were spread across the sky and the air was cool with winds that blew in gentle, scattered breezes. The occasional melodies of songbirds broke through the silence of a morning of mist as dewdrops clung to the blades of grass, their efforts in vain as the sun rose slowly, higher with every minute past. Small ripples disturbed the surface of the glass lake and it's waters changed color with the heavens from a deep peach to a soft blue. Truly was it such a beautiful day that it seemed as if the world was giving it's own heartfelt gratitude, the ways of nature expressing Earth's regards for the solemn occasion that began to take place that morning.
All the heroes had come together to honor Nebula and Nyla-Rose's sacrifice and they lined up on either side of the Benatar's ramp, creating a path to the mouth as the Guardians marched slowly down the walk.
Tony and Rocket had built a coffin for her. A simple, dark blue box with purple and silver undertones that Gamora, who upon her sister's death was determined to stay with the Guardians as Nebula had, quietly approved. It couldn't have made Quill happier, but Rocket knew it wouldn't be easy making the assassin fall in love with him all over again. As they embarked upon the ship, a few of the heroes began to quietly disperse, gratitude deep in their hearts for the unearthly being that had given her life for them.
Quill and Rocket stayed behind to address the team while the others laid Nebula's coffin on a plank within the ship's interior. Pepper gave Tony a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving him with his team.
"Well, uh..." Rocket sniffed, "it was good...good workin' with you guys."
"You, too, Ratchet."
"Funny, genius."
"And about Nyla-Rose," at the mention of her name, Natasha and Tony looked at each other, "I really am sorry. Rocket told me what happened and uh, well, the Gamora in there..." Quill trailed off.
"We know," Natasha said, offering him a watery smile and wiping away the tears that began to gather in the corner of her eyes.
Bruce reached down to shake Rocket's paw and as Mantis and Drax joined them in bidding their goodbyes, Gamora hesitantly walked down the ramp. Quill paused in the middle of punching Tony in the shoulder and his eyes lit up. She looked at him uncertainly before directly addressing the heroes.
"My sister spent most of her life trying to please our father. But this...future version of her...finally understood the way he was. The way I...had always seen him. Thanos was a monster and Nebula—" Gamora broke off with a sudden intake of breath before steadily composing herself. "She suffered the most. She did the one thing I was never brave enough to do. Remember her."
She looked each person in the eyes, her face betraying no emotion, before turning to walk into the ship, having no more words for them. Mantis bowed her head in Natasha's direction before following Gamora and Drax.
