"Peter?! Where are you?!"
Star-Lord's scream came from the darkness. Though she had no idea why he sounded like a female streamer using a cutesy voice, Gamora raised her gun and ran toward where she thought the sound had come from.
She had long realized something was wrong, but she wasn't sure whether Deathstroke had really made the script this over-the-top.
When they had first entered the cave, she and Nebula had been holding hands.
Yes, it was a little mushy, but she had done it deliberately.
Because their past relationship had been rather awkward, Gamora had spent this time trying to mend things with Nebula.
Thanos had two adopted daughters, both raised as assassins. At the same time, his training methods were somewhat twisted, as though he deliberately wanted to provoke conflict between them and constantly made the sisters compete.
Whoever performed better on a mission received a reward. The other received punishment.
Every time, Gamora did better. Whether they were sparring or competing at target shooting, she was always just a little better than Nebula.
So Thanos rewarded her every time: new weapons, new clothes, new spaceships—she could have nearly anything she wanted.
Then he punished Nebula, the loser.
Thanos would remove organs from Nebula's body, destroy them in front of her or feed them to dogs, then replace them with bionic mechanical parts.
Thus, by now, Nebula only had half a brain, half a face, and one original arm left. Every other part of her body had been replaced with machinery.
Over time, the sisters' relationship had become terrible. The younger sister believed her elder sister had taken everything from her and turned her into a monster.
But that was in the past. After the sisters had both joined the Guardians of the Galaxy for various reasons,