"I WAS BORN WITH MY HEART ON MY SLEEVE, FIRE IN MY SOUL, AND A MOUTH I CAN'T CONTROL."
In which only one of the Cunningham sisters will make it out alive.
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Iris didn't plan to spend the next three or so weeks in a foreign ship, floating in the middle of space, playing paper football.
And yet, here she was.
Tony was trying to explain the game to Nebula for the umpteenth time. Instead of holding up the goal with her finger, Nebula had lunged for the flying paper football, and nearly took out Tony's eye in the process. "You don't need to do that because you're just holding the position."
Nebula grunted, concentrating very hard at the mock football in her hands. She set it down, flicked it, and the thing just missed Tony's left thumb. "That was close."
Tony tossed the thing back to Nebula, who set up again. With a pause of concentration, the paper ball went flying between Stark's two thumbs. "That's a goal, we're now one apiece."
Nebula nodded, catching on. "I would like to try again."
Iris fought a smile from her corner as the two restarted, Nebula shooting first. It flew between his fingers, another goal. "We're tied up, feel the tension? It's fun."
Nebula still looked a bit skeptical as Tony set up his shot. It would've gone in too if Iris hadn't waved two fingers that sent the paper football spiraling to the right.
Tony sat up straight, giving her a look. "No playing dirty, cheater!"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Iris smirked and tried to hide the way she slouched against the wall after her miniscule show of power, but Tony didn't miss a beat.
Concern quickly replaced mock anger, and he made a move to stand. Iris waved her hand. "I'm fine, you're down a point by the way."
He didn't take the bait. "Save your energy, Supergirl."
"Finish your game, Stark."
Tony, after a moment of giving Iris a look full of worry, went back to playing with Nebula.
The brunette turned away, limping just barely to the only other room in the ship: the cockpit. She walked over to one of the chairs and collapsed into it, staring at the deep expanse of space out through the near wall of windows.
The battle on Titan (Iris had figured out the name of the planet via Tony, they had little else to talk about on the ship) left no one unscathed.
Tony had managed to find the Guardians ship, very much damaged, but still salvageable, near the wreck of the giant ship Iris had held in midair.
He'd managed to piece together what he could, and the first few days aboard the ship in space were filled with nothing but repairs, a few stolen hours of sleep, lots of shouting, and more repairs.
