They'd been through a lot, the two of them. Tony knew that Nebula, of all people, was not easy to trust -- it had been hard won on his part, and probably would have taken a lot longer than a few weeks had they not just suffered a defeat together, had they not been stick on that little ship The Benatar in close quarters.
But he knew her well enough now. He knew her well enough to know that even if she didn't trust him, she also wasn't going to shoot him. So Tony left his hand drift away from his reactor casing. "Tony Stark," he repeated, wondering when their paths had stopped crossing in some other time line that she was surprised to see him now. He'd been --
Selfish. He'd been selfish when he hadn't asked Natasha after her. But when he'd appeared in Starklandia all alone, and barely able to keep himself together, he just hadn't known how to deal with not having her, too.
"I was just -- taking a walk. It's a long story, not nearly as fun as paper football. How are you here?"