[Scene Two]
Somewhere in space Nebula and Tony play paper football on the ship while Dear Mr. Fantasy plays in the background.
"Wrra!" Nebula shouts out, frustrated. Moving her hands in a fighting stance while looking at Tony.
"You don't need to do that. Because uh... you're just holding position." Tony says calmly while Nebula flicks a paper football towards him. "Oh yeah, that was close," Nebula once again flicks a paper football towards Tony. "That's a goal. We're now one apiece."
"I would like to try again," Nebula states before flicking a paper football towards Tony.
"We tied up. Feel the tension? It's fun," He poorly flicks a paper football towards Nebula. "That was terrible. Now you have a chance to win." Nebula flicks the paper football towards him and he sits up straighter before speaking. "And... you've won. Congratulations," Tony tells her before he reaches his hand out to shake Nebula's hand. "Fair game. Good sport," Nebula shakes Tony's hand. "Have fun?"
"It was fun."
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Tony Stark sits on the floor of a gloomy Benatar, he reaches his hand forward to turn on the busted Iron Man helmet. The weight of the recent events is evident in Tony's posture. He taps the helmet with a sigh.
"This thing on?" The helmet scans Tony leaning against the wall while taking deep breaths. He looks weak and malnourished. "Hey, Miss Potts... Pep. If you find this recording, don't post it on social media. It's gonna be a real tear-jerker. I don't know if you're ever going to see these. I don't even know if you're... if you're still... Oh god, I hope so. Today is day 21, uh 22. Tony moves to a window to stare out in space, waiting for his impending doom to arrive. "You know, if it wasn't for the existential terror of staring into a void of space, I'd say I'm feeling better today. The infection's run its course, Thanks to the blue meanie back there." Tony explains while Nebula sits in the back of the Benatar.
"You'd love her. Very practical. Only a tiny bit sadistic. Some fuel cells were cracked during battle, but we figured out a way to reverse the ion charge to buy ourselves about 48 hours of time," Tony says while thinking of him and Nebula working on the fuel cells of the Benatar. "But it's now dead in the water. We're 1000 light years from the nearest 7-11. Oxygen will run out tomorrow. And that'll be it. And Pep, I ... I know I said no more surprises, but I was really hoping to pull off one last one. But it looks like... well you know what it looks like. Don't feel bad about this. I mean, if you grovel for a couple of weeks, and then move on with enormous guilt. I should probably lie down. Please know that... when I drift off, I will think about you. It's always you."
With that, Tony turns the helmet off. He rubs his thumb over the left eye, and then leans down, to what would be his last sleep. Nebula walks over to him, and carries him to Drax's seat, and lies him there. She pauses for a few seconds before she walks away dejected.
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Tony's face shows age and weakness while he sleeps, a light slowly starts to cover his face, growing brighter and brighter until he's forced to open his eyes. He stares at the light source in disbelief, unsure if he's hallucinating or what he's seeing is there. Unsure if Captain Marvel is there.