Gamora also wasn't used to this place. That was the thing, you never stood still, standing still would get you killed. You kept moving, mission after mission, double agent, Daughter of Thanos with an endgame in mind that she doubted she'd ever survive. Now all of that was gone and she was here in the quiet with two people that were her people, a family of sorts and maybe it was a taste of how the future her had felt.
It was strange though, to work at COFFEE instead of fighting, it was slow making drinks and washing cups. But adventure could still be had if you wanted it, Steve Rogers was a rather good punching bag when she wanted to blow off some steam. But still Gamora couldn't help feel unsettled by the monotony.
In the kitchen she'd been slicing fruit when she heard her sister's voice and it wasn't what she said that had her snap to attention it was how she said it. "Nebula?" She called to her as she headed toward where the sound had come from.