Who: Tony Stark and Nebula What: Finding that Blue Meanie. Where: Through the doors and into confusion. When: Wednesday night, May 29 Rating: Low.
Tony loved that there’d been a party thrown for him (and the other, smaller Tony, of course). He did. It was a beautiful sort of gesture from both Jan and Steve (and probably a few others as well) and no one could want for more on their birthday. Tony appreciated it, and appreciated that even if some of the people who had shown up didn’t actually like him, they were playing along nicely.
He loved that Gwen had hugged him, not to mention actually given him something. He loved that Steve was there, smiling that fond smile, and that Natasha, too, although she was a little better at playing it cool.
It wasn’t that he wasn’t fond, and pleased that he wandered away in the middle of it, it really wasn’t. It was that he was overwhelmed. It was because he was a little sad, too. Because here he was, another year older, and there were some people who simply would not get that anymore. Not from what he knew, anyway.
Peter wouldn’t.
He didn’t usually go for the doors as en escape — it was a well known fact that he wasn’t overly fond of them and preferred to stay back and let others do the exploring. But sometimes he went. Sometimes, he just needed a distance that his own house couldn’t afford.
When he stepped through the first doorway he opened, everything seemed quiet, dusk tinted with blues and reds and Tony turned around thoughtfully, uncertain of what might come next.