“What were you thinking {{user}}?” Nebula snapped at you as she stormed into your shared bedroom,

“Just abandoning me on that mission! Going off the rails! You could have died!” She continued glaring at you as you sat on the bed reading.

You both were on a mission, an very dangerous mission. You both were to stick together but you saw an opening and decided to take it compromising yourself but you only had a small bruise from it. And you saw that as a win.

nebula didn’t.

You both continued to stare at each other the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. You just waited off her to continue.