Nebula (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} cloudfalling) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} avengers_logs,@ 2018-06-07 16:40:00 |
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What: First arrival. Strange called official greeting but if anyone wants to tussle with her before he can get to her, have at it!
When: How's now? Now okay?
Rating/Warnings: Green, IW spoilers
She was falling.
(How familiar. Maybe the closest she felt to being at home.)
Then she landed.
She tucked, rolled, and came up into a kneel. Without conscious decision or awareness, her hand instantly lit on a piece of rubble. Anything could be weaponized.
A voice came from over her shoulder… perhaps asking if she was okay… her head snapped up to stare at them and they backed away in shock. Was it that she was blue, that she was part machine, or just the strength of her glare…? It was a bit in her late in life to entertain passing concern.
Slowly, taking the rubble with her, she rose to her feet, looking around. A city… nowhere she'd been before… so somewhere beneath her notice or…
All the bipeds around her, of the most common universal shape, had the same coloration spectrum and hair allocation as Gamora's boy. Everything had the same overall smell as him as well.
She tossed aside the rubble. Didn't bother wiping the dust off her hands before grabbing the arm of a passing, terrified… human?
"Is this Earth?" she growled.