'Nebula sits on the small piece of ship beside him. “That’s exactly what we were - mercenaries to do his bidding. He trained us, ‘loved’ us, sent us to do whatever he felt was necessary to do.”'
In case you were wondering, this has SPOILERS for Avengers: Infinity War.
So consider this your warning: SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS!!!!!!!!!!!
OK, so this fic picks up right after the end of Infinity War with Tony Stark left on that planet after Peter Parker and all them disapparated.*
If you've read my post on Infinity War, you'll know my feelings about the Spidey bit! *sniffles*
(GIVE TOM HOLLAND AN OSCAR DAMMIT!!!!!)
*Too much Harry Potter, and now I'm stuck with it.
I mean, really, this fic is just a snapshot of that immediate moment-after.
But I love how bad-a** Nebula is here!
She's like, 'Right, first things first! Stop the weird hooman from bleeding to death!'
Ever the practical kinda gal! 😉
'“I’m sorry about your son,” she says softly, blinking rapidly and it takes Tony a moment to realize she’s close to tears.
“He wasn’t my son, technically,” Tony murmurs.'
There's also much the feels in this fic!
(The stab you through the heart kinda feels! Yay! Lol.)
Ooh, and while I remember: CONTENT WARNING for grief and child abuse.