Who: Nebula and Tony What: Meeting at Stark Industries NY. When: sometime after this exchange. Rating: Greenish?
After sending Happy to pick Nebula up after nightfall, Tony was waiting inside his lab area of the Stark Industry building. Top floor, of course. He was casually dressed, clad in a vintage rock tee and pants with sneakers, leaning back against a table with his arms firmly folded over himself and eyes on the doors of the elevator that linked to the private parking area, the one that Nebula would be coming up from.
Life got weirder and weirder. Instead of talking to a green alien lady, this time he was meeting a blue and purple alien lady. Still seemed reasonable to have a meet and greet on his own turf, with someone who probably hated Thanos more than anyone else did.
He was on edge. What was irking him most was that he felt like he was in a perpetual state of unease, left with an unreachable itch. He knew something else was going to happen and it was almost close enough to touch or puts words to. But it was still frustratingly out of reach and those words felt as though they were clinging to the tip of his ever wagging tongue, leaving him impatient. He wanted more details. With more details, they could prepare for those variables that were still left blank, as a veritable unknown.
Another unknown: Did aliens even like coffee? If not, more for him. He was contemplating asking Hope to super-size another pot, so he could wait until it was comfortably warm and promptly drown himself in it.