Nebula | Tony
"You're probably not wrong," Tony agreed, because for all that he was a decent fighter even out of his suit, and Steve was one of the best, it was a situation that Nebula might well have handled better. When she fought, there wasn't much holding back, if any. It'd probably have been messier, but -- well. It didn't matter, she hadn't been there. And it was over. "I'm not doing the odds on those doors again any time for a while," he admitted. Tony hadn't liked them before, and he sure as hell didn't now.
"I know," he said, because he wouldn't soon forget the fact that Nebula might well have killed him for being an impostor when he'd found her behind those doors. "It'll sink in eventually. Time passes here and tends to blur everything else." Not completely - Tony had always seen so much with a clarity that most others didn't, and he hadn't lost sight of those things. But he'd made space for more than that, too. "How's your sister?"