That was the problem with most of them, Tony figured. The longer they lived, the more they saw, experienced, suffered. It wasn't always bad, but with lives like theirs, pain wasn't exactly a novel concept. Tony nodded in understanding and went back to work, spot soldering with a little self made tool -- just a little thing really, but it got the job done.
"Remus," Tony corrected, not unkindly. "That's his name. He's practically a kid, you know? Only a few years older than Peter or Gwen. But you'd never realize it talking to him. He's got a weight to him." The kind Nebula would understand, no doubt. It came with growing up well before you were supposed to because there was simply no other option.
"I'm going to see him next. I figured I'd give it a little time."