Good. It was good Nebula considered Morgan family. He felt better knowing that. He didn't know what the future held other than him not being in it, not really. But he knew now that if anything were to happen, Morgan would have a substantial amount of people watching her back.
He hoped she grew up to be something spectacular. He hoped, Nebula might take her to see things in the galaxy that were worth seeing, so that she might not be terrified of the stars like Tony tended to be some days.
And Nebula cared. A lot. About even people she'd just or barely even met. Remus Lupin was the best example he'd seen yet. Tony figured Morgan's odds were more than good. He nodded, reassured.
"I don't mind," he said, although he did and he probably always would in some respect. "And I've seen pictures and videos. You're not wrong, she's got my look. But thanks. Really." And then he cleared his throat and the timer went off on his work and he clapped his hands together slightly. "Alright. Let's patch this spot up properly so you can be on your way."