Peter was fiddling with his music player when Nebula walked into the cockpit, carrying a small bag with her.
Presumably full of Gamora’s things.
He looked up, his expression unreadable as his eyes showed puffy.
And so Sally can wait
She knows it’s too late as she’s walking on by
The song playing on the speaker drowned out Nebula’s thoughts, and she supposed Peter liked it that way.
After all, she knew exactly what was going through his mind. Because it was was all she could think about too.
Her sister.
Her sister, who she could’ve saved had she not gone looking for Thanos.
Her sister, who’d pleaded with Nebula to stay and help young girls across the galaxy like they’d both been.
But of course, Nebula didn’t listen, driven by her need to find Thanos and kill him herself.
She wiped a tear from her eye, turning her face away from view.
My soul slides away
But don’t look back in anger
Don’t look back in anger
I heard you say
At least not today
Peter didn’t notice her leaving the room, just as isolated in his own grief as she was.
She couldn’t help him, just like she couldn’t help Gamora.
Nebula looked out of the viewport, solemnly watching the sun fade, casting an eerie orange light across the peninsula.
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