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(Tag anyone! Set a couple of days after the alien invasion)
Nico had spent the last two days thinking and planning.
She didn’t like the situation. She didn’t like being dependant on the people who had taken her away from her friends before, and she didn’t like being hunted by some nutcase with a knife fetish.
She really didn’t like not knowing what to do or who to hit to fix this.
And she kept finding it hard not to do something really nasty to Xavin. Nico kept telling herself that the Skrull deserved the same consideration as anyone else, maybe a bit more, but old resentments still lingered.
So she wandered the Tower and she thought.
Nico had spent the last two days thinking and planning.
She didn’t like the situation. She didn’t like being dependant on the people who had taken her away from her friends before, and she didn’t like being hunted by some nutcase with a knife fetish.
She really didn’t like not knowing what to do or who to hit to fix this.
And she kept finding it hard not to do something really nasty to Xavin. Nico kept telling herself that the Skrull deserved the same consideration as anyone else, maybe a bit more, but old resentments still lingered.
So she wandered the Tower and she thought.