Nebula | Tony
Nebula nodded while Tony relayed his injuries, bruising wasn't too bad, and Steve - well certainly he was someone that she did not want to be grievously hurt, but she wasn't quite as invested in his survival as she was when it came to Tony. But still she waited for him to confirm that he was fine at least - she doubted he was fully well, but fine was enough.
"You would have fared better if I had been there." She told him, maybe it had sucked, but she had plenty of experience with situations like that. But he was back and it was over, so there was little to be done to change any of it now.
"You are." She agreed, without any sort of irony. She knew what it was like to see Tony when she knew him to be dead, the same as Peter did. It seemed fresher for Peter, the weight of it heavier on his shoulders, but it was a burden that Nebula understood very well. "It's - a strange thing to see you again, good of course." It was just not something she had expected to find again at any point in her life - but it was a chance she was only too happy to have once more. And Peter would feel the same in time, once he was able to truly wrap his mind around the opportunity he'd been given.