That Nebula lowered her weapon meant that Tony had won. Not a battle, not a trick. Just -- the trust that he had worked for just as hard as her. It meant she was who she said she was. He was certain of that, even if he wasn't about anything else.
Still, he took one short step forward, his knees feeling less stable than he would have liked. Because it had just occurred to him, far too slow, that maybe this was his dimension. Maybe this was where he was meant to be.
But he wasn't sure. There was no way to be so, not yet.
"I don't have a stone," he said. "Thanos took the last one on Earth after he took ours on Titan." When was she from? Was this even his exact version of Nebula? Had the plan he'd come up with in the future, the one that involved time travel and sacrifice -- had that worked? "How are you here?" He repeated, desperation seeping into his tone.