"He did it."
Nebula tips her head slightly as she says this, as if looking for an answer. Not that she gets one, the lost man sitting in front of her looks paralyzed. Watching helplessly as people dissappear does that to you.
We need to go.
"Up. Get up. We need to leave now."
He merely looks at her.
"I don't have time for this. Thanos is out there somewhere, and the longer we wait, the less chance there is to reverse this!"
He stumbles to his feet.
"What... what ship..."
So a mentally and physically unstable person. Great.
Nebula huffs in exasperation. "The ship I rammed into thanos. Now move."
He stumbles to his feet, clutching his side. Evidently still in shock. He presses a few buttons on his forearm.
"What are you doing?"
His forehead creases as he mumbles "There we go... ok."
Suddenly the remaining armour shifts, almost like water, interweaving down to the man's hands and feet. It keeps twisting and changing until it forms a circle on the palm of each hand. The man looks down at his feet, which are still intertwining within one another, until they form heavy-looking boots.
Now I see how he held off Thanos for so long.
With a ghost of a smile on his face he softly says "It's Nanotech. I've been developing it for when..." His eyes cast downwards as he mumbles "When something like this happens."
"Inpressive. But why exactly did you need to make boots and gloves?" Nebula questions.
"Because, well, I'm not exactly in the best walking shape right now." As he says it, he sways to one side. A small push from the circle on his hand counteracts it.
"So flying seems to be the best option."
Makes sense to me.
"Well lets go then."
And Nebula starts running to the ship, with the man bobbing around behind her.
When she gets to the ship, Nebula starts to survey the damage. Not much actually, just a few loose outer panels, some fried wires. Just little things.
Should take five minutes a panel.
The man, eager to help, lands behind her.
He better not distract me right now.
"Damn, that was fast." He looks at the panels curiously, still speaking to Nebula. "Obviously I wasn't flying very fast, but I thought I would pass you at some point."
Well I am somewhat of a robot.
He starts fixing the panels, and finishes three in 40 seconds.
Nebula looks at him, surprised.
Well that didn't take very long.
So the man was smart, as well as a fighter.
By the time Nebula is in the ship, the man has wrapped up the fried wires and other issues. He clumsily climbs in and sits on a bench.
At least he hasn't fainted yet.
Nebula looks at him closely.
He looks exhausted. He has a pained expression on his face as well, from both physical and emotional wounds.
"What's your name?" Asks Nebula.
"Tony Stark. Yours?"
"Nebula."
"Also, where exactly are we going?"
I want to say another warzone, but that would freak this guy out even more. Don't want him to lose it here.
"Earth."
