A/N I would use google translate, Icelandic for when the child speaks, it will help, or don't lol your choice!
-Cluelessreader
Chapter 2
Tony had a mission. Granted it was a little mission, but something to do nonetheless. Get some food and water. See if they had food or water, this mission would be easy. But they don't. So it's not. Unless she knew that and just needed him out of the way. That conniving smurf! He has to get back!
Tony was by the supplies bay, not much of the supplies part, so he had to book it back. He went back the way he came. This time laser focused on his surroundings unlike the trip down. He passed the door that Nebula used to get 'him'.
The floor was a mess...
There was stains of blood and one long streak leading to the hall. Something contrasted against the red. It easily caught Tony's eye. It was a dagger. A blue handle resting in the blood. An odd blade. Silver and gleaming. So not the weapon used, if there's no blood on it.
If the kid was dangerous maybe Nebula knew and brought the knife, but he had never seen her with this blade. He would know, when she was bored she always cleaned her weapons. He reached down and kept it. It could come in handy after all.
Turns out it would come in handy pretty quickly. Just as Tony rounded the last corner he heard screaming. It was to high pitched to be Nebula. So… it was the kid? Why would the kid be screaming!? Tony ran the last hallway, looking for danger but only seeing something sad.
The kid was tucked in the corner, nebula kneeling with her hands up, a sign of none hostility. Clearly the child couldn't tell. The boy was in some sort of armor. Black and emerald green, matching the cape he was wrapped in. "Farðu frá mér!" What? "I'm not going to hurt you. You have to calm down" he heard nebula say in her usual calm manner.
Tony kept looking at the kid. The armor was torn all over. He was covered in bruises and cuts. It looked like the armor was burned… odd. The kids hair, down to his shoulders and a coarse black. Matted with blood and grime. It had soft curls at the end. "vera í burtu!" He heard the kid yell again. What language is that? "You have to lay back down. Your bleeding everywhere." Nebula responded. The kid wasn't buying it.
Now that she had said, Tony noticed. The kid was bleeding everywhere. The black armor blocked it out but the floor certainly didn't. He was covered in the stuff. Burns covered the kid but it seemed to be only on his right side and his legs. Nothing to bad but still noticeable. It was his neck that was bad. "Hvar er ég!?" The high pitched squeak came again. "I can't understand you. You have to move back." Nebula said inching her way toward the kid. He tried pushing himself further into the corner. Nebula clearly was good at most things but comfort wasn't one of them.
"Neb, let me try." Tony voiced actually getting a reaction from her. A little turn of the head so she can see him. "You won't understand him." She countered. "And you don't right now." He snipped back. She sighed. He wins! She got up and turned away from the kid, he seemed to lose a little bit of tension. That didn't last long.
The second the kid laid eyes on Tony he was back to being very hostile and defensive. That's when Tony noticed his eyes. Striking green eyes. No human he's ever seen had such green eyes. If it wasn't for being in the vacuum of space and living, he'd say he is an alien.
The kids eyes held malice but Tony could easily see the fear in them. "Farðu burt." The boy said more quietly. He's just a scared kid.
"You look pretty hurt." Tony said. The kids breathing was too quick. He could only notice due to the kids chest, somehow he was as silent as a mouse unless he was yelling. He was gonna hyperventilate. "hver ertu." The kid spoke again. "Sorry kid, don't know what your saying." He admitted.
"Can you understand me?" Tony asked. He could hear nebula shuffling around behind him. Pacing he thinks. "Já." Came the swift response. "Does that mean yes?" Because in his head it meant 'yes' but who knows maybe he's wrong. The kid didn't answer. Why would he answer if Tony couldn't understand? "Okay, um… shake your head for no and nod for yes, can you do that?" He tried again to bridge a connection for conversation.
The kids eyes never left him. He nodded his head, but nearly moved it. His neck! How could he forget the heavy bruising on the kids neck? "Okay, let's make this quick, I wanna make sure your neck is okay. Do you know where you are?"
A very small shake.
"Do you know your name?"
A very small nod.
Okay progress, name later though. He needs help first.
"Are you in pain?"
He didn't answer. His eyes wondered.
"Kid I need to know. We need to help you. Your bleeding all over the place." He explained.
The kid seemed to consider this. Very hesitantly, he nodded his head once.
"You willing to go sit by the window? Have Nebula look over your wounds?"
The second he suggested it, the kid shook his head. A lot and too quickly. He cringed into himself hand going up to his neck, but not touching it. The kids eyes wandered back to Tony but stopped at his hands.
Green eyes going wide he launched for his hands. Tony jumped back surprised. How can an injured kid move so quick. The kid ended up on his fours wincing. "þú ert með hnífinn minn!" The kid said quickly, but slowly raising his head.
Tony couldn't understand but he looked to the hand the kid went after. It was the oddly shaped dagger. Did the kid think he was gonna hurt him? "I'm not gonna use it on you." He said reassuringly. The kid shook his head, this time much slower. "þann hníf. þetta er mitt." He said as he got back up slowly resting on his legs. The kid pointed to Tony's hand. Then directed it back at himself. "minn." He said quietly.
He's a genius and it took him a good three minutes to figure out what the kid meant. But he did eventually figure it out. "This!? This is yours!?" He yelled stepping away from the kid on the ground. The kid looked hopeful once more nodding his head, and once more a little enthusiastically. Stopping once the pain kicked in over the hope.
The kid moved his hand to his chest, fingers closed. Tony cocked his head to the side. What was he doing? The kid through his arm out and a knife, the same blue and oddly shaped blade, came into his hand. Slowly the kid moved the blade for Tony to see.
"sjáðu, það er sá sami. það er hnífurinn minn." He said in his quiet voice. How the hell did a knife just form in a kids hand. It just wasn't there and poof it was? The kid, once more, reached for the knife's double. "vinsamlegast." He looked up to Tony. Eyes filled with so much hope and yet still so much fear.
"He's asking for the knife. It's his." He heard Nebula day from behind him. In all honesty Tony completely forgot the woman was back there, still watching. "And how would you know? I thought you couldn't understand him?" Tony snapped looking toward the blue woman. If she had lied to him- "it's obvious. He has the same looking blade. Clearly there a pair." She explained. Oh. Okay that made sense.
He turned back to look at the kid. He was once more tense. Slowly scooting back to the corner. The knife gone from his hand. He for some reason didn't trust Nebula.
Maybe he could use the knife…
"I have a deal for you." Tony found himself saying.
The kids attention was back on Tony in an instant. Fear but also intrigue in his eyes once they met Tony's. Okay… he'd better play his cards right.
"I'll give you… your knife," odd to say that to a child. "IF you let me and Nebula look over your wounds and you change into some different clothes." Tony finished.
He saw the kid thinking. Clearly weighing the pros and cons of this deal.
Tony crouched down to the kids level, holding his hand out for the shake to seal the deal.
Gingerly the kid reached out and they shook hands. Making the deal legit in Tony's eyes.
Tony smiled warmly at the kid, after all it is just a knife, he could have said no and stayed in the corner. The kids eyes dropped as he grew a pink hue on his face.
"Come on kid, let's have to Blue meanie look you over." He joked. He could swear he saw a little smile on the kids face. Tony reached out and took the kids hand to lift him up. They made their way to the window seat of sorts and Tony could feel the tension rise in the kid. Clearly he was nervous about this deal.
"I've got some supplies. It should help. I need him to take off his clothes." Nebula said laying out some cloth which Tony presumes is gonna be bandages. Tony didn't even realize he was still holding the kids hand till it anked away. The kid pushing his back against the window, trying to get far away again.
"Hey, hey, it's okay. She's not gonna do anything. But we do need you to get out of those dirty clothes. There gonna make you sick." Tony said carefully. Slowly the kid nodded in understanding. Thank god.
The kid slid off the arm braces, the upper arm braces, and shoulder pad type things. Leaving only a black leather shirt. Next he unlatched his boots. That's where he stopped. Tony could understand. It probably wasn't the most comfortable thing to do in front of strangers.
"I need it off. If I'm gonna clean the wounds I need to see them." He heard nebula next to him. She wasn't moving in, leaving it to him. He supposed it is because the kid trust him. Or likes him a little better.
"Kid, we need it off… do have anything under your pants?" He sounds like such a creep… how can Banner be a doctor and order this stuff on the regular? The kid nodded once. "Then it will be okay, once we treat you, you can put on clothes again. I promise." Tony tried to convince.
The kid shook his head. He clearly want convinced…
"Stark, leave the room. He's not going to cooperate, I need to treat the wounds before they get worse." Nebula said as she got one of her blades. From where, he didn't know. "Neb…" he started.
She turned to him, looking as calm as ever. "Leave." She ordered once more.
Tony could feel the kids eyes on him. Waiting to see what he would do. Sorry kid… you need to get better.
He nodded and walked out.
"bíddu!" He heard the kid yell after him. Tony had to leave. The kid needs to get better
"áþreifanleg!" The kid yelled.
"Nei! vinsamlegast! ekki fara!" The kid tried again. Tony walked on.
"S-Stark!" He froze. The kid… no. He had to leave. He walked out of view of the pair in the room. He stayed right by the opening.
"Stay still. It will hurt less if at all if you stay still. Or take off your clothes on your own. Save us the trouble." He heard Nebula say bluntly. He's only a child… don't be so hard on him.
"Fara til helvítis! Láttu mig vera!" He heard the kid resound. Still yelling but more angry then desperate as it had been only a second before. Shit. "Fine. Struggle. It will only take longer."
Tony had to stay put. He could hear the kid try to get away from nebula, but clearly the adult was stronger. With the mechanical enhancements, no way the kid was going to win.
He heard clothing tearing and more screaming. Tony knew he had done the right thing… right? Or had he just ruined the small amount of trust he gained?
In his thoughts he didn't even hear when everything went quiet. That must be his que. He walked back into the room. Seeing Nebula standing by the window as before holding a knife and a black leather shirt. Or… part of it anyway. Black leather littered the floor.
He heard muttering. From back in the corner. He saw the kid.
He made the wrong choice.
The kid was on the corner hands over his head. Head in his knees. Only wearing some black undergarments. He was trembling. "Farðu burt. Farðu burt. Farðu burt." He could hear the kid repeating.
Slowly he crept closer. Crouching down again. Only to stop getting closer. Probably a bad idea. He sat in front of the kid. A few feet away.
"We need to get your wounds clean…" he started. The kid jumped a little, still keeping his head in his legs. "Farðu burt." He answered.
"Nebula, I can take care of him. You can go. Try another distress signal. If he was close by, maybe another ship will be too." Nebula looked at him. As if evaluating him. "I can handle him. Trust me." He added. She nodded slowly and walked out. Not looking back once.
"Kid… she's gone." He said.
"Farðu burt." He answered again. Tony sighed. He really fucked up this time.
"We still have a deal, I need to clean your wounds and get you some clothes remember?" He tried to get a conversation going.
"samningur er slökktur." Came a soft response.
"You know I can't understand you…" how the hell does he apologize for something like this? He left the kid and clearly, he wasn't happy about it. The kid even called his name.
"Hey. how did you know my name?" He couldn't help but ask.
"Ég heyrði bláa konuna kalla nafn þitt." Came his response.
Right. Can't answer questions unless its yes or no. "Come on. Let's at least get you cleaned up. Get you some clothes… that aren't torn up…" His voice slowly died out. Not a funny joke Stark. He reached out to the kids hand. "Ekki snerta mig!" He yelled as he pulled away. At least it was a response, not a good one, but one nonetheless. "I'm sorry! Sorry!" Tony exclaimed as he quickly went back to where he was. "Nei þinn ekki…" He said under his breath.
"Kid. I-" Crap. what does he say!? What can he say!? "I fucked up!" Tony yelled. The kid instantly looked up. "I fucked up. Me and Neb are trying to help you, but forcing you isn't the way. I made a mistake…" He continued. The kids eyes never left Tony, but confusion filled them. "I shouldn't have let her do this to you. I should have stayed. You even called for me, and I still left." Tony watched as the kid slowly unbent, slowly coming back out from his corner. Still intently observing Tony.
"I- I'm sorry." Tony couldn't keep looking at the kid. His eyes drifted down to his hands that hung limp in his lap, looking utterly defeated. "I'm sorry I ignored you, and just let Neb do what she thought was necessary." Tony didn't notice when the kid gradually crawled closer. Lost in his mind. He just let down the one person he could actually help. He failed everyone and the one chance he could do some real good, he leaves. "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry, I- I'm sorry I left. I-"
Small arms wrapped around Tony's neck. That snapped him back to reality.
Tony looked on as the small kid hugged him. Actually hugged him. The kid, on his knees next to Tony, trembling. He could feel the coldness of the kids skin. Was he supposed to be that cold? He looked over seeing the kids black dirty hair taking most of his view. The kid would shudder every now and then. "það er allt í lagi." Tony heard the kid say. A soft sob filling his ear as well.
The kid was crying… why was he crying…?
"það er allt í lagi… ég fyrirgef þér…" The kid wept out. He hugged Tony tighter. "Ég var bara svo hrædd, vinsamlegast ekki segja fyrirgefðu. Ég vildi bara ekki að þú farir." Tony couldn't understand. He wanted to so bad. He knew it was something important. "Þú fórst og ég varð hræddur! Það er allt og sumt. Fyrirgefðu að hafa gert þig dapur." The kid went on. "Ég fyrirgef þér. Fyrirgefðu að hafa gert þig dapur. Fyrirgefðu." The kid kept on crying. Getting more hysteric. "Fyrirgefðu! Fyrirgefðu!" The kid howled out. "Please don't cry…" Tony said quietly. Too shocked at the child's reaction to even move. "Fyrirgefðu!" Fyrirgefou? What does that mean? "Kid…" He said again, once again the kid didn't hear him. "I- i'm sor-sorry!" The child sobbed out. His english was broken, yet he sounded like he had an accent, sounding the same way he yelled Tony's name.
It broke Tony… Fyrirgefou… It meant "I'm sorry" didn't it. Why was the kid sorry. Why was he apologizing. The kid was the one that was hurt, that got humiliated, the one that got abandoned. Tony scooped up the small kid. He hugged him tight. It didn't matter that he was getting covered in blood. It didn't matter that he was getting covered in grime. He didn't care. What mattered right now was the person he could help. He had failed many people, he wasn't going to add this kid to that list.
He stayed there holding the kid as he cried. Crying for Tony. When Tony felt so guilty, the one that was mad just a minute ago, was crying for him. Apologizing. Why? He didn't know. He would like to know. But for know Tony was content letting the kid cry himself out. It didn't take long. 5 minutes passed before Tony was sure the kid was asleep. He carefully menovered himself upright while still carrying the kid. Better to treat his wounds now while he's asleep.
And that's just what Tony did. He laid the boy by the window, where hours before he was saying his last message. Ready to die in his sleep. Now he's trying to help a kid found floating in space. Slowly he cleaned and covered the worst wounds with the makeshift bandages. It scared Tony. Seeing all the wounds one by one. Burns, not to bad but still there, cuts and slashes across his torso and arms. Bruises all over the kids body. The more Tony cleaned the better he felt. Less chance of an infection happening. As Tony worked he saw the boy different. He looked at peace when he slept. No fear or anger… or disappointment. Just peace. Hopefully the kid was having good dreams.
Tony could hear footsteps walking by. Nebula. "Is he cooperating?" She asked from the doorway. "He's asleep. I'm working on him now." He answered tonelessly. "How did you-" "I gave him time. That's how." He snapped. "Why are you here? I told you I've got this covered." He asked trying not to get annoyed. He just has to focus on the kid. "I came to tell you the message was sent. Don't hold your breath. I don't think anyones going to answer any time soon." She answered. Damn. Tomorrow morning there's going to be no air. There's no food and no water. If Tony helped the kid he would only live long enough to die here and not in space. What an improvement.
Nebula walked out of the room going back to wherever she wanted to go. To Tony, as long as she wasn't here, it didn't matter. What the hell are they gonna do about the air supply. Not to mention the fact that there is no food or water… what are they going to do. Was it the right thing to help the boy if he's just going to die in a ship hours later? NO! That's not important right now. He still needs to fix one part of the kid. The part that has been concerning him since he saw the kid. His neck.
Tony moved the boys head around carefully as to not wake and hurt him. The bruising was bad. All along the front and off to the sides but not the back. The shape of the bruise was concerning to Tony. It looked like something he'd seen before. He examined it closer. Taking in the shape. A solid square with a curve right on the collarbone. With four ovals all smaller than the last on the left side and one solid oval on the right. All connected. The ovals on both sides looked the worst. As if they are crushed in. But how can the front of the neck not looked as crushed while the sides did?
It clicked. It was crushed. Something crushed his neck. No caused it to be crushed. Something. Someone squeezed his neck. Hoping to be wrong, he placed his hand to mimic the bruise. Why was he always right… It wasn't a regular bruise. It was a handprint. Someone did this intentionally. Tony backed away from the sleeping boy. Hand covering his mouth.
Who would do this? To a kid no less!? Tony swore he recognized the size. His own hand paled in comparison to it… It was a hand he knew. Tony had to move. He started pacing, a nervous tick of sorts. He knew this hand. It was a hand that had crushed pete- someone into the ground with great strength. If he was trying to crush a throat Tony was sure this is what it would look like. Had… had Than-
"áþreifanleg?"
Tony turned back quickly. Seeing the boy sitting up, sleep still prominent in his emerald green eyes, looking at him curiously. "Áþreifanleg? gengur þér í lagi?" The kid asked. Then shaking his head. Can't understand him after all, poor kid, probably forgets that no one can talk to him unless it's a yes or no. "it's okay kid, I'm sure I'll figure out what your saying sooner or later." More like never since there about to run out of oxygen. The kid still looked sad. "Get ég fengið föt núna?" Okay… he's asking something. Fuck. Quickly the kid pointed at Tony's chest. "Föt?"
"Fot? It's my shirt… OH! Clothes!" Stark exclaimed finally understanding a bit. The kid nodded rapidly and, like every other time, cridged. Tony lost a bit of his happiness of understand.
"I'll go find you some clothes, stay here okay?" he said as he started walking out. "Bíddu!" Tony heard the kid shout. He turned around to see the kid shuffling down from the window seat. "Hey! No! Your still healing, plus you wouldn't want to run into blue meanie would you?" He teased. He saw the kid tense a little at the mention of Nebula. He had stopped walking toward Stark and seemed to be contemplating. "en ég vil ekki vera einn…" Came a soft response. "Le-left." said the kid as he tried speaking english again. Left? "Vinsamlegast ekki láta mig í friði." The kid moved his out and gesture to Tony, then back to himself. Forming two thumbs up looking hopeful. He doesn't want Tony to leave?
"You want me to stay?" He asked hoping he understood.
The child thought for a moment. Making a 'kind of' gesture. So he was on the right track. "You want to go with me?" He tried again. The kid winced a bit. So still wrong. What could the kid want? How can an engineer not figure out a game of fucking charades? He wants to stay with Stark, and is okay as long as he's around… oh…
"You don't want to be alone… do you…" He asked. Finally getting it right as the kid looked down embarrassed. Once more getting a pink flush to his face. Tony couldn't help it, he smiled and had to laugh. The kid looked too cute when he blushed. "Það er ekki fyndið! ekki hlæja!" he heard the kid squeak out. Tony Stark is a terrible person, because it only made him laugh harder. "I may not understand you but I think I understood that!" Tony laughed out. The kid crossed his arms and pouted. Clearly trying to get back to the conversation, but Tony was still laughing his ass off.
"I'm sorry kid, I ju- I just haven't laughed like that in a while." He said gaining composer over himself again. The kid stopped potting and looked questioningly at him. "hvað meinarðu?" Somehow he knew what the kid asked. He wasn't ready to tell the kid he was the one that had failed the universe. Who knows why this kid was out in space. What if his parents were snapped, his family, town, or even planet. Would the kid hate him? He hated him of course this child would.
The boy stalked closer grabbing onto Tony's Left hand seemingly feeling the tone shift in the room for happy to somber. "gengur þér í lagi?" He asked. Tony remembers him saying these words before. When he woke up. 'Are you okay'. That has to be what it means right? "Are you asking me if im okay." He said really hoping the kid would worry about himself. Tony didn't deserve someone worrying over him. But of course the one time he translates something its now. The kid nods slowly. Still looking up at Tony and still grasping his hand. Tony took in a deep breath. Griped back a reassuring squeeze. And smiled. "Yea kid, I'm okay." The kids eyes drifted down to the floor. Damn. It's like he can tell he's lying. "I promise. Now back to our deal, let's get you some clothes." He said back to being chipper. The kid only nodded looking back up at him. Concern clear in his striking eyes.
They walked through the ship, down to the cargo bay. Passing the bloody mess. Tony kept his eyes forward but he could tell the kid was looking. "Come on, it's up this way." He said putting his hand on the kids back, pushing him forward a little. He would rather not have the kid see all the blood. Even if it was his own, Tony still thought it best for the kid not to see it.
They walked on and past nebula once. She was in the control room, sitting in a chair by the communication receiver, cleaning her already glistening guns. Tony felt the kid move a little closer as they passed. If Nebula knew they were walking by she didn't show it. "Come on kid." He said quietly. The boy nodded and kept walking.
The pair reached the cargo deck and slipped in. It was dark like the rest of the ship. They diverted energy to the most important things in the ship. Like air and communication. Once they got into the bay the kid wouldn't move. Scared of the dark it seems… same here kid. Tony opened his hand giving a reassuring smile. The boy looked up and clearly relaxed at the sight of Tony. He took Starks hand and they began the search for some clothes.
"það er skelfilegt hér …" Tony heard the boy say. "What was that?" He asked looking around. "ekkert." The kid muttered. They slowly moved throughout the bay looking at labels. Luckily Star-lord wrote in English or else Tony wouldn't know what was in these boxes. It took a while, the pair never losing each other. The kid would move in close every now and then, scared by the shapes of the boxes in the dark. Tony couldn't help but smile. They hit the jackpot of left over clothes, thank god!
"Bingo! Here we go! Let's just take this back and let you try some clothes on yea?" He asked the kid. Who wasn't really looking at the box with some clothes but warily looking around. Tony gave a little laugh. "Come on kid, let's head back." The boy quickly nodded, only cringing a little. Must be feeling better or just really distracted with the environment.
The box of clothes wasn't very big, and there wasn't much in it, so it was not very heavy. Tony carried it on his shoulder and kept his hand open for the kid to take, which he happily did. They walked back, the boy very eager to get back.
Tony set the box down by the window and let the kid rip into it. He watched in amusement as he sat down on the edge of the window seat. The kid still standing going through the box.
He's gonna admit it, the kids picky. There were some pants and shirts and he didn't like any of them. "You have to pick something or are you happy with being in your undies?" He said with a smile. Tony couldn't help it he burst out laughing when the kid went bright red. Quickly going through the box again.
The boy looked sad once he went through the box again. Crap. What did Tony do… "what's wrong?" He asked carefully. "...Ekkert er minn stærð…" the boy answered quietly. When he didn't hear Tony resound, he pulled out a shirt and placed it over his chest. "það er til stórs ... það lítur út eins og kjóll á mig…" He said turning tilting his head down. "Oh… it's to big… um… well that's okay!" Tony said enthusiastically clapping his hands once. Causing the kid to jump and look back up quickly. "You can be extra comfy! Lucky man I must say, plus I'm sure a long shirt would look cute on you! Besides it's just you and me, well plus blue meanie, but I'm sure she won't judge. You can wear what you want and none of us will judge. So pick something you like, even if it doesn't fit." He hoped to get the kid to go with it. Looks like he convinced the kid. Win for Tony!
The kid ended up picking a gray short sleeve shirt. Obviously meant for a bigger body but it looked like a apron-dress but reached his knees and the sleeves reached the middle of his arms. "Lít ég út eins og stelpa…?" Tony saw the kid asked as he started fiddling with the left palm of his hand. A nervous tic? "If you asked if it looks good, then yes! It suits you well. Now why don't we-"
"Stark we have one more hour of air before it's gone." Nebulas voice came from the doorway. The boy instantly jumped onto the window seat and hid behind Tony. "Hey, it's okay…" he reassured to the little boy cowering behind him. "Neb, why don't we all stay here and introduce ourselves to each other?" Tony said. Please understand what he's trying to say! "Do you understand what I just said?" She asked tonelesy. Of course she doesn't understand.
"Hey kid, I'm gonna go figure out this problem okay? Don't worry, blue meanie is gonna come with me." He joked winking at the boy. Slowly the kid nodded. Sitting down, back pressed against the window, as far from Nebula as he could get. "Vinsamlegast farðu varlega…"
The two adults left the room and went to the control room. "You don't understand code do you?" Tony asked sarcastically. When it was met with a blank look, more unamused, he elaborated. "If we direct the remaining oxygen to the cabin we get a few extra hours I think. Then the introductions are to calm the kid about you. Make sense?" He cleared up. Nebula raised an eyebrow. "You don't know who he is do you." She asked. Was he supposed to? "No, hence- the introduction." He joked. She stayed silent for a while. "Alright. I'll get the oxygen over to the cabin, I can make it there fast enough." She said as she turned to the control panels.
Huh. So she did need oxygen. Interesting. He nodded and walked back to the cabin. Where the kid was looking out the window. If he had a camera he would have taken a picture the scene looked so tranquil. The kid seemed to notice being watched. "aftur svo fljótt? Hvar er bláa konan?" The child asked straightening up where he was sitting. Tony couldn't help but feel a little sad again, not being able to understand the boy. "Okay so plan of action! Neb is fixing our oxygen levels and she's gonna stay here with us while we get to know each other. Sound good?" He asked. It's nice to at least tell the kid what they were doing. The kid seemed to think about it and nodded. A small wince followed, but it didn't seem to affect the boy as much as it did.
Only a few minutes after Tony got back to the room Nebula followed suit. Sealing the door so oxygen wouldn't escape the cabin. Tony saw as the kid looked on in concern. It didn't take long though for Nebula to be done.
The blue woman was sitting at the table in the center of the cabin while Tony and the child sat on the window seat. Everyone seemed decently comfortable. Maybe not the kid as he was still tense around Nebula.
"Alright!" Tony said cheerfully clapping his hands together. "Let's get this started, Neb wanna introduce yourself first? You know how this works. Name, what you like to do, and a little about yourself. Just that the first day of school." Tony joked. Then remembering he's with two aliens, as he's sure the kid is an alien, who didn't seem to get the joke. But whatever! "Neb?" He pushed again. She looked to him a small smirk on her face, two for Tony's win catalog!
"My name is Nebula."
Well that sure was one great introduction. "Eh… okay! Well I'll tell you a little more about her. She's very practical, probably the universe's biggest sadist but she's very good at paper football." Tony added, clearly doing something right, since he could see her smirk a little.
"Now on to me!" He said quickly. The boy clearly interested. He even seemed more calm with Nebula, successful mission then. "I am the Tony Stark! genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. I like cars and making things. Making me an inventor. Pretty neat huh?" He nudged the kid. He smiled and laughed a little, nodding his head a bit. Nebula only rolled her eyes but smiled a tiny smile nonetheless.
"Okay kid your turn, best man went and so did smurfette. Wow us kid!" He said smiling a big supporting smile.
The kid nodded excitedly. An orange light filled the room as the kid spoke happily.
"ég heiti loki!"
