The hum of metal joints was my eternal soundtrack.
Every sound whispered: defective product, failure...
Gamora.
Her name alone overloaded my circuits.
Thanos's gaze—cold, calculating...
Every time she won, I lost.
Every "upgrade"...
He dismantled me piece by piece, replacing flesh and blood with cold metal.
What he erased was not weakness, but me!!
What he put in was not strength, but proof that I would never measure up to her.
Everything she had—his approval, that damned "humanity"—was beyond my reach.
Only one kind of fuel remained for me: hatred.
My hatred for Gamora burned hotter than any engine.
Yet that hatred itself only proved that I lived in her shadow.
I wanted power!
Not the shackles he gave me, but power of my own.
Enough to tear apart her pride, enough to trample his empire beneath my feet.
Let them all watch how this "defective product" judged everything!
But...
...something seemed to be stabbing deep inside.
I had clearly beaten her this time!
Why... did these damned parts...
still hurt?...
Watching Gamora's floating figure in space, Nebula's gaze flickered slightly.
There was no doubt that Nebula had achieved an overwhelming victory in this clash with her "sister."
The Orb in her hand was the best proof.
Yet she was not as happy as she had imagined she would be.
After glancing at Gamora again and recalling all the ways Thanos had favored her,
Nebula steeled herself, piloted her ship, and gently landed behind Ronan.
"Ronan, it's done!"
Yet Ronan remained where he was, not moving for a long while.
He looked up at the golden figure in the sky, a trace of gravity appearing in his eyes.
He had no idea whose side this sudden arrival was on.
If he were merely an ant, he naturally would not have