[ It's been a few weeks since the world tried to end. A few weeks longer since the world was fixed. Somehow in all their jumping, their team had managed to come out the other side of 'the Blip' in one piece, missing the years of mourning and devastation while they were off trying to stop yet another threat to humanity's continued existence. In the time since their return, they'd helped to pick up the pieces as best they could, reconnecting with SHIELD and figuring out where to go from here.
The team had already started going their separate ways, but SHIELD was Daisy's life. Her purpose for being. So, when she'd gotten the call in the middle of the night asking if she'd mind checking out a report they'd gotten, she didn't hesitate to take the assignment. Sleep had been a fickle companion of late anyway, and the hotel where she'd been staying while helping set up one of the old SHIELD bases wasn't too far from the reported sighting.
A woman with green skin and possible anger issues. Her first thought is another Inhuman, but with recent events, there's really no telling. Still, she goes in civilian gear, black jeans and a leather jacket over her grey t-shirt, leaving her gauntlets in the car and hoping she won't regret the decision later. She's got her gun and an I.C.E.R. — if that's not enough to take down a potential threat, then they've got a bigger problem on their hands.
Emerging onto the nearly empty street, it's impossible to miss the green woman with red hair that seems like unearthly fire in the glow of the streetlamps. It's also impossible to miss the knife in her hands. Keeping her hands at her sides, ready to go for a weapon at a moment's notice, Daisy approaches slowly and calls out in a steady tone. ]
Hey, how about you put the knife away, okay? It's really not necessary right now.
[ Green lips pull back in a slight snarl, annoyance at herself rearing its head more than anything. Gamora has been careful, so very careful, in her hunt for something to get off world with, while trying to dodge her sister, the boy Quill and all the people who were at the battle.
Thanos is dead, and she's haunted by him and a shadow of herself. She's lived, in this time. She's died, in this time. And Gamora understands people enough to know that they will choke the life out of her with looks meant for someone she never grew up to be.
She flexes her fingers on the knife, blood crusted knuckles pulling unpleasantly. She's hungry, her eyes are itching from wanting to claim her for sleep she's been denying herself. On the run from her own shadow.
Not many people with green skin on Terra. Not easy to blend in. Not easy to stay hidden. Not easy to get off world - what a backwarter planet, that has so few vessels available that they must be concealed by the very people she's on the run from.
Gamora's lips pull back, not quite in a smile, as she looks the woman up and down. She is right - the knife isn't strictly necessary. There are dozens upon other ways Gamora knows how to eliminate a threat and kill a person. Still. ]
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The team had already started going their separate ways, but SHIELD was Daisy's life. Her purpose for being. So, when she'd gotten the call in the middle of the night asking if she'd mind checking out a report they'd gotten, she didn't hesitate to take the assignment. Sleep had been a fickle companion of late anyway, and the hotel where she'd been staying while helping set up one of the old SHIELD bases wasn't too far from the reported sighting.
A woman with green skin and possible anger issues. Her first thought is another Inhuman, but with recent events, there's really no telling. Still, she goes in civilian gear, black jeans and a leather jacket over her grey t-shirt, leaving her gauntlets in the car and hoping she won't regret the decision later. She's got her gun and an I.C.E.R. — if that's not enough to take down a potential threat, then they've got a bigger problem on their hands.
Emerging onto the nearly empty street, it's impossible to miss the green woman with red hair that seems like unearthly fire in the glow of the streetlamps. It's also impossible to miss the knife in her hands. Keeping her hands at her sides, ready to go for a weapon at a moment's notice, Daisy approaches slowly and calls out in a steady tone. ]
Hey, how about you put the knife away, okay? It's really not necessary right now.
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Thanos is dead, and she's haunted by him and a shadow of herself. She's lived, in this time. She's died, in this time. And Gamora understands people enough to know that they will choke the life out of her with looks meant for someone she never grew up to be.
She flexes her fingers on the knife, blood crusted knuckles pulling unpleasantly. She's hungry, her eyes are itching from wanting to claim her for sleep she's been denying herself. On the run from her own shadow.
Not many people with green skin on Terra. Not easy to blend in. Not easy to stay hidden. Not easy to get off world - what a backwarter planet, that has so few vessels available that they must be concealed by the very people she's on the run from.
Gamora's lips pull back, not quite in a smile, as she looks the woman up and down. She is right - the knife isn't strictly necessary. There are dozens upon other ways Gamora knows how to eliminate a threat and kill a person. Still. ]
How about you walk away?