And in some ways, he would always be theirs. But Tony wasn't just theirs now, not just Pepper and Morgan's. He had others now too. Steve and Gwen and Natasha. A whole town of people that relied on him, some of which he loved. Or was learning to in ways he hadn't been sure about before.
Tony glanced behind him and then forward again, his heard breaking a little, but not necessarily in a bad way. Because Nebula had grown so much from that unsure and angry woman he'd taught paper football to, who needed to know what a win felt like, because she'd so clearly never had one before. "I've missed you," he admitted. "And I know you would."
Maybe they could just look. And if they could get back, he could turn around and get everyone else. Yes. That was a good plan. The most logical. The smartest.
But he didn't quite move, despite the fact that he'd essentially made up his mind.