Re: Sam and Open
Under different circumstances, Nebula could be considered trouble, but not today. She didn't know if Sam Wilson knew who she was, given he would probably only see the redheaded illusion, but she recognized him. They hadn't interacted much in any universe she could remember and only those who had would see her true form wearing the jeans and plaid shirt.
She casually crossed to where he stood, in no particular hurry, and waited until he'd finished speaking with a woman who wore, among other things, a wide-brimmed straw hat with silk flowers decorating the crown. It was quite beautiful.