Second Chances Rpg

Who: Peter & Gamora (and toddler!Groot)
What: Find each other
Where: The roof of Stark's tower
When: Sunday Evening
Warnings: Language (lets be honest, mostly Peter’s), discussion of sex


Vormir was dark and cold, just as she had imagined a planet existing solely to safeguard the soul stone would be. The light snowfall, the crimson faced keeper in heavy black robes, the rock formations jutting out from a barren landscape. The look on the mad Titan’s face as he realized his tears convinced the keeper that the deep well of controlling possession that tortured both her and Nebula for most of their lives meant he loved her.

That wasn’t love. Love was something she knew. Love was the look that Peter had in his eyes when he pulled the trigger a few hours ago in a futile attempt to keep the only promise she had ever asked him to make out loud. It was the way she woke up in the morning still in his arms and didn’t even try to stab him before she was fully awake. It was her sister grabbing her hand as she fell into a deep chasm on Ego and the feel of her sprout cuddling against her shoulder to fall asleep back when he had been small enough to hold in the palm of her hand.

Her knife turned to bubbles in her hand as she tried to end this on her own terms, knowing she couldn’t save herself, but she might be able to save the universe. In the end, she couldn’t save anyone. She beat ineffectively at the massive hand gripping her wrist, throwing her weight in the opposite direction. She might as well have still been the tiny girl whose hand barely wrapped around one of Thanos’s fingers, for all her fighting seemed to affect him. She fought him every long stride as he dragged her toward the edge of the cliff, begging for her life in a way she didn’t know she was capable of.

A flick of his massive arm and a sharp intake of breath and she was in free fall. There was nobody to grab her hand this time. Her father would win, as he always did, and this time, she would lose everything.

She hit the ground in the least graceful, most painful, landing of her life, but she was in fact still alive. Was this another reality stone trick? She forced air into her lungs and pushed herself up off the ground with a grunt of pain. She was back on a cliff, she thought, still gasping for air, and trying to make some sense of her surroundings in the dim twilight, her vision still blurred slightly from the pain.

She turned, and nearly wept at the sight of the Benatar at the other end of a long stretch of concrete. How did he find me? she wondered, stumbling toward the hatch. She leaned heavily on the side of the ship, pressing one hand on the biometric lock and using her access code. “Identity verified, Gamora. Access granted.” a robot voice announced through all the speakers on the ship and the ramp began to lower.