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Gamora's eyes flickered with a trace of hesitation when she heard the question.
Under Thanos's overwhelming presence, she nearly blurted out the coordinates. The words rose to her throat—hot, dangerous, irreversible.
But then the images flashed through her mind: the peaceful streets, the thriving crowds, the towering, elegant buildings she had seen on the Star of Peace. A world that breathed, laughed, lived.
She swallowed the truth back down.
Shaking her head, she said evenly, "Father, I did get some information about the Wilderness Star. But then I saw your wanted notice. I had no choice but to return immediately."
She lifted her chin, forcing calm into her voice. "You misunderstood. I didn't defect. I accidentally damaged my communicator while searching for clues. And since I still haven't found anything useful… I was too ashamed to come back and face you."
During that month-long journey home, she had rehearsed this excuse countless times—polishing it, trimming it, sanding down the rough edges until it sounded believable enough to survive his scrutiny.
As for confronting her father openly and explaining her true thoughts?
That idea had never even crossed her mind.
After so many years by his side, she understood him far too well. Thanos's beliefs were immovable. They didn't bend. They didn't crack.
If ordinary resolve could be called an iron will, then her father's was something far worse—an alloy. An adamantium-grade certainty forged from conquest, blood, and absolute conviction.
When she finished speaking, a faint flash of disappointment crossed Thanos's eyes.
He was far too experienced to believe her story outright.
Still, he masked it perfectly. His voice softened, almost indulgent. "I see. Since you vanished, I assigned the task of finding the Wilderness Star to Nebula. Tell me what clues you have. I'll make sure she doesn't waste time going in circles."
He didn't expose the lie—not yet. Even false threads could be pulled for information.
The moment he said Nebula's name, Gamora's heart skipped painfully.
Panic crept in, cold and sharp.
No matter how strong she appeared in front of others, standing before her father always dragged guilt out of her like a confession she hadn't meant to make. It was automatic. Instinctive. Infuriating.
She knew the clues.She knew the location.She knew the coordinates down to the last digit.
And she couldn't say a word.
Because she also knew what Thanos wanted—to gather the six Infinity Stones, impose his version of "balance," and rule the universe with cold, unequal order.
After seeing the vastness and beauty of the universe beyond him, she wanted none of that.
If he succeeded, too many beautiful things would vanish. Freedom would become a relic. Life would be reduced to numbers and probability.
But how was she supposed to refuse him now?
After years of searching, claiming she knew nothing was absurd.Yet telling Nebula the truth meant losing everything.
Lie… and be exposed instantly.Tell the truth… and doom entire worlds.
As Gamora wavered, Thanos's patience ran out.
He stood.
The moment he did, his aura exploded outward like a gravitational wave. The pressure crushed down on everyone in the chamber. The five below couldn't even stay standing—they were forced to crouch, knees buckling under the weight.
"My patience is limited," Thanos said coldly.
If Gamora refused to offer even a single clue, then he saw no reason to remain gentle.
He raised his hand.
A massive palm formed from swirling purple destructive energy appeared beside Star-Lord and clamped shut around him.
"AAAH—!"
Star-Lord screamed as the energy engulfed him, searing into flesh and bone. The destructive force gnawed at him relentlessly, leaving no room for resistance. Pain drowned out thought.
Thanos turned to his daughter, his voice thunderous."Tell me everything you know."
Rocket, Groot, and Drax struggled desperately from where they stood. They wanted to move. To fight. To do something.
But they couldn't even stand upright.
All they could do was look at Gamora—pleading, desperate, helpless.
The plan had been simple: clear up the misunderstanding, stay close to Thanos, and wait for an opening to steal the Stones.
Instead, it collapsed in the opening scene.
Thanos didn't negotiate.He didn't monologue.He didn't play along.
Their usual tricks—talking, persuading, confusing enemies until they outsmarted themselves—were useless here. The infamous "weaponized stupidity" that had worked on gods and Celestials alike? Gone. Completely ineffective.
Last year, they had killed Ego through clever words, emotional manipulation, and one perfectly timed plot device.
Now?
Now they were just painfully ordinary.
Gamora stared at Star-Lord's writhing form, her chest tightening until it hurt to breathe.
They had been together for over three years. Given who he was, it was impossible for nothing to have happened between them. They knew each other—truly knew each other. His flaws. His courage. His infuriating jokes at the worst possible moments.
Her training screamed at her to stay rational. To endure. To calculate.
But in the end—
Emotion won.
"Between the Laniakea Supercluster and the Hydra–Centaurus Supercluster, there is a shattered galaxy. Wild Star is one of the stars that escaped from its destruction."
At those words, Thanos slowly withdrew his destructive hand and turned away, striding out of the temple without another glance.
"Keep an eye on them."
The moment his voice fell silent, the surrounding members of the Dark Order reacted as one. Weapons rose, energy fields hummed to life, and the circle around the captives tightened with quiet, practiced efficiency.
"Huff… cough—cough…"
Star-Lord collapsed to his knees, dragging in air like a drowning man hauled onto shore too late. Each breath burned. His chest seized, his throat spasmed, and for a horrifying second he was sure his lungs had simply decided to quit.
It felt like dying.No—worse.It felt like every cell in his body was giving up at the same time.
After a long, miserable moment, the pain eased enough for him to lift his head. His vision steadied, and what he saw finished the job the suffocation had started. Dark Order warriors. Everywhere. Silent. Unmoving. Waiting.
Right then, he knew it was over.
Gamora had been right.Thanos was not someone you bargained with. He was someone you survived—if you were lucky.
…
Once Thanos departed the Sanctuary Hall, he immediately instructed Deep Blue to transmit the coordinates Gamora had revealed to Nebula.
Even he hadn't expected the location to be so remote—adrift in cosmic nothingness, beyond the borders of any known supercluster. A lonely, forgotten star, hiding where even gods rarely bothered to look.
For a brief moment, another thought surfaced.
Earth. The Space Stone.
His steps slowed.
Then he stopped himself and shook his head.
No. Not now.
It was becoming clearer by the day—something unseen was still trying to nudge his decisions, whispering suggestions into the cracks of his certainty. He would not dance to an unknown tune.
With that, he dismissed the thought and returned to his quarters.
The room was modest—barely three hundred square meters. No gold. No trophies. No symbols of conquest. Just clean stone walls, a large bed, a meditation chamber, and a functional bathroom.
For a ruler who commanded fleets and bent civilizations to his will, it was almost insultingly plain.
Many of his subordinates had suggested something grander. A throne room. Artifacts. Proof of dominance.
He had refused them all.
Indulgence had never interested him, and empty grandeur even less.
Thanos removed his armor and clothing without ceremony, revealing his massive, scarred, purple frame, then stepped into the bathroom. He turned the tap, and water poured down over him, hot and relentless, washing away the dust of battle and the faint ache of exertion.
Then, without warning, the sensation changed.
The warmth vanished.
Darkness swallowed him whole.
It was as though he had been pulled into another space entirely—vast, silent, and unnatural. The darkness stretched endlessly in every direction, one side oddly squared, the rest dissolving into infinite shadow.
A normal being would have panicked.A lesser mind would have screamed.
Thanos did neither.
He stood calmly in the void, expression unchanged.
Because he already knew exactly who was waiting for him.
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