Day 79
The ship jolts as it touches down on the grounds of Terra- Earth. Nebula looks over at Stark who is flopped unconscious in his seat. She carefully unbuckles the straps holding his still boney frame to the seat. She slides her arms under him, and hauls him up.
“We made it Tony… you’re home,” Nebula whispers as she holds him close to her, his head nestled in the crook of her neck.
“-- home…?” Tony’s mumble is weak, and barely audible, but it still floods her with relief. He isn’t quite dead yet. She picks up her pace carrying him toward the loading ramp of the ship. She slams the release button and the gate begins decent.
“Don’t move!” A shout sounds from the ground as the door opens all the way.
“What did you do to him!” another shout sounds. Nebula glares. The people below her all have guns trained on her… on Tony. Tony is in their line of fire.
“What did you do to Stark!” The tall blond man below her demands again.
What did she do to him? What did she do to him?
Nebula is pretty sure the angry blond man before her is Steve Rogers, which is why she lets her angry reply out.
“I sure as hell didn’t hurt him or leave him to die if that’s what you mean,” The man seems a little taken aback by her retort. Good. He had hurt Tony.
“Hey, guys calm down!” A dark skinned steps forward and pushes the man who must be Steve’s gun down. He calls to Nebula, “Do you think I could have best friend?”
Stark shifts a little in her arms, “isokay…”
Nebula takes the man’s words to mean it is okay for her to let the dark skinned man take him.
“If I can come with him,” Nebula says staring into the man’s eyes.
“Of course,” The man confirms. Nebula steps down onto the soft terrain soil, “Here I’ll even let you carry him.”
Nebula is guided by the man toward a large building. She holds Tony a little closer to her.