Yeah, but it's not this shit. It's different shit, it's worse shit —
[ He raises his arms to gesture around him; around them. The Treehouse, this part of the country, this whole damned planet. He's moved around for so much of his life, and for so long it feels like he was never going to find a real home.
And while he'd found one with the Guardians back home, that had been snatched away from him too. It had left just him and Nebula to pick up the pieces, and that was so goddamned unfair, but they lent their tattered edges to the other Avengers anyway. It still hadn't been normal, but after they set the world right again maybe it could have been —
And then he was brought here.
Here, where he hated it at first. Here where he tried to resist getting to know anyone outside of the faces he knew from home, wanted to throw kindness back in the faces of those who would offer it to him, because that's what made him comfortable. But he didn't. He punched a freakin' devil guy, and he had good laughs, had fun playing pranks, making fun of silly pamphlets (while not-so-secretly being delighted by said pamphlet), and building ridiculous, absolutely extra obstacle courses. ]
This whole fucking place is just —
[ He was an 800+ year old god, and he could grow to the size of the tallest tower in this place. He couldn't remember half of this painful shit, as though godhood had numbed it to nothingness the way drinking does now, and it was fine. It was good.
But he remembers everything now. ]
I can't just 'keep moving', Nebula. I don't want to.
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[ He raises his arms to gesture around him; around them. The Treehouse, this part of the country, this whole damned planet. He's moved around for so much of his life, and for so long it feels like he was never going to find a real home.
And while he'd found one with the Guardians back home, that had been snatched away from him too. It had left just him and Nebula to pick up the pieces, and that was so goddamned unfair, but they lent their tattered edges to the other Avengers anyway. It still hadn't been normal, but after they set the world right again maybe it could have been —
And then he was brought here.
Here, where he hated it at first. Here where he tried to resist getting to know anyone outside of the faces he knew from home, wanted to throw kindness back in the faces of those who would offer it to him, because that's what made him comfortable. But he didn't. He punched a freakin' devil guy, and he had good laughs, had fun playing pranks, making fun of silly pamphlets (while not-so-secretly being delighted by said pamphlet), and building ridiculous, absolutely extra obstacle courses. ]
This whole fucking place is just —
[ He was an 800+ year old god, and he could grow to the size of the tallest tower in this place. He couldn't remember half of this painful shit, as though godhood had numbed it to nothingness the way drinking does now, and it was fine. It was good.
But he remembers everything now. ]
I can't just 'keep moving', Nebula. I don't want to.