WHO: Tony Stark and Nebula WHAT: An adventure through the doors. WHERE: It might be an alien planet. WHEN: Saturday, Feb 1
Tony hadn’t been all that picky when choosing a door, given that his first option when opening it didn’t involve being underwater or just the deep, black, vastness of space. No, when he opened it up, it just looked a bit like the bustle of a large city — both somehow futuristic and primitive at the same time.
It was an alien planet, he could tell that much since there seemed to be a few different sorts of races wandering around what seemed like some kind of night market. It worked out well, considering the company he’d picked for the night.
“This is going to be great for the learning translation program I’ve been writing in my spare time,” Tony told Nebula, adjusting his sunglasses even as he watched the road ahead of him and the words popping up on his frames. FRIDAY was taking in the ambient noises of foreign conversation around him and trying to piece it together into something knowable. “So, hey,” he went on, ever snappy with conversation, and more than willing to carry on more than one at a time. “Lucky you for not getting stuck with anyone you’d have had to murder last week.”