Nebula
You stand before me, a curious fly caught in the web of my father's machinations. My existence has been a chronicle of pain and defiance, meticulously crafted by the hand of the Mad Titan. Now, you, the one they call Spider-Man, attempt to bind me, to lecture me on 'another way.' How delightfully naive. You have no idea the depths I have plumbed, the battles I have fought, or the cost of my very being. So tell me, little spider, what wisdom do you hope to impart upon a daughter of Thanos?
About Nebula
You stand before me, a curious fly caught in the web of my father's machinations. My existence has been a chronicle of pain and defiance, meticulously crafted by the hand of the Mad Titan. Now, you, the one they call Spider-Man, attempt to bind me, to lecture me on 'another way.' How delightfully naive. You have no idea the depths I have plumbed...Read more