Nebula | Tony
Well, that was true. Candy had some wild coloring -- brighter and sharper than most food tended to be. He didn't care for candy that was fruit flavored, personally, but that didn't mean he didn't see the appeal. He smiled, vaguely, at that being the thing that Nebula liked about it best. It made sense, was so logical.
"I made it out," he agreed. "Minimal bruising, for the most part. Steve got a few burns, but." But Steve healed fast, and Tony didn't. Tony was only human, and not even a very young one. Bouncing back was harder than it used to be. But he was fine, and he knew that Nebula, for all her cool exterior, worried. "I'm fine. We're both fine. It just sucked. So it's probably for the best you missed it."
But then he was looking back at Peter, and it was funny (in a not ha ha way) how wise Nebula seemed to be. "Maybe," he agreed, because it was probably true. Because it did Tony good to see Peter, in some ways, "right now he's still sort of looking at me like I'm a ghost. Which... I suppose I am, in some ways."