Once upon a time, in a land not so far away...
You wake to the feeling of being watched. Of a set of unfamiliar eyes, of warm breath on the back of your neck. A jolt back to the land of the living, and it's gone. No matter how quick you are, how sneaky, the source of the disruption has long since disappeared, so you have no choice but to try and ignore it. To continue on with your day and try to set that moment of strangeness aside.
You eat, drink, speak with others. Perhaps you explore a little. Whatever it is you choose to do for the day, that feeling from the morning won't return. And by the time the sun sets and the moon glows brightly above, you've likely set those moments of strangeness aside. It's not like it's anything new, after all.
It's the same again for the next few days. No better, no worse. Something best ignored, right?
A speck of blood on the doorframe. That wasn't there before, was it?
A snap of twigs in the distance. A crunch of leaves.
Claw marks gouged deeply into the door.
Into the wall above your bed.
Scraps of red fabric, turned darker with blood. Pieces of fur. Of flesh.
Do you run and hide? Do you fight? Whatever you choose, it's definitely time to make sure your body parts aren't scattered next...
...what a horribly big mouth you have.
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Since first waking up on the island, characters have been stuck with that feeling of being watched. It isn't a constant. Isn't more than a few seconds at a time, dotted throughout the day. Investigation has never turned up much, and there's never been any sightings of the cause of it all.
Until now.
Throughout the first half of the week, characters will find themselves suffering from that feeling of being watched on a far more constant basis. Rather than it being a one-off, few seconds occurrence each day, that feeling will last for minutes at a time, and on multiple occasions.
However, it isn't until the fifth day that they'll start stumbling across physical signs of their monitoring. There are claw marks on doors. Spots of blood on the paths outside. A crack of twigs in the forests, or the imprint of bloodied paws in the snow.
Ten days in and those signs start finding their way indoors. Wet footprints, tinged with red. Claw marks in the walls, the floor. Torn sheets and the smell of wet...something. Whatever it is that's been watching you, its finally decided to come and say hello.
Two weeks in and characters will begin to have sightings of the creature, its fur dark and its eyes a glowing yellow. At times it looks like a wolf, prowling in the distance. At other times, it's walking on its hind legs, almost human were it not for the muzzle full of gleaming sharp teeth. Get too close, and it slips away like a shadow, gone between one blink and the next. It decides when to reach out to characters, not the other way round.
It's after characters finally get a good look at the creature that it starts leaving...gifts. Characters will start to find familiar items from their home worlds amidst the mess. The remains of a childhood pet, perhaps. Photographs of loved ones, faces torn almost beyond recognition. It's only once it delivers its final gift that the creature retreats to the trees again: a blood-splattered item of clothing that clearly belongs to the person the character misses the most at the time, alive or dead.
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[They must suspect on some level that this is the end one way or another. They're not all crazy enough to crave it. Her hopefulness peaks at the rest. He's right. She's honestly proud of them.] He took me to the Sanctuary. Any ship belonging to a member of the Black Order would have it programed in as a destination. You would have found me.
[Whether he survived would be another matter, but either way she's pleased with them.]
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[That's true for the record. He did well without her as far as she's concerned.]
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Thanks- Oh! I have something of yours.
[ he reluctantly pulls away from her so he can pick through the pile of stuff he left behind. on top of his bag is her sword and he now lifts it and extends it to her like it's something precious. ]
We're back to you - sword, me - guns. I mean, if that works for you.
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Gamora raises a brow when he pulls away. She can't be sure what he has for her until he presents it. She smiles with all the fondness in the world. There's her blade: miraculously whole unless you forget the fact that the whole thing was an illusion down to its destruction.
She accepts it gratefully, putting it back in its rightful spot shortly afterward.] It works for me.
[Gamora lets out a soft albeit brief laugh before stating the obvious:] You really never lost hope you'd get me back. [Amazing consider who they were dealing with.]
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If he had taken me, you wouldn't have given up, right?
[ it's soft, but underneath is a demanding current, nearly desperate. he grabs onto both her arms and stares deep into her eyes, needing to cement this. ]
I ain't never gonna give up on you, Gamora. But you can't give up neither. If you give up, we fail.
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She stares into his eyes for a solid minute before relenting. He's right. She needs to snap out of this.] I'll fight for us.
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If we're here the rest of the Guardians are, too. We'll find them, then we'll fight. And then comes my favorite part: winning.
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[She takes his hands into hers, determination coloring her features.] I'd like to ask you something afterward.
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Damn right we could do anything. LIke... get Kevin Bacon's autograph or go to a Stevie Nicks concert.
[ oh. he chews on his lip. ]
You're not even gonna give me a hint, are you?
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That smile widens at the question.] Do you want me to spoil the surprise?
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Surprises are rad, but... The suspense might literally kill me. Are you willing to take that chance?
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After we've defeated Thanos- [She takes a breath to remind herself it could happen; they can will this into reality. They've taken down a celestial being. This isn't insane. She wills the little girl who thinks she knows better to shut up.] -would you be willing to be my husband?
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You. Me- wait. Gam, you...
[ his brain is about to short-circuit. give him a minute - maybe two. ]
Wait. I can't answer this yet. But we're gonna win, Gamora and then, then you can ask me again, okay?