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[ It earns something that's not quite a laugh from Tony. ]

Sure. As okay as you can be stuck on a planet alone.

[ But that's not really fair to Peter, considering, and Tony's pretty tired of taking his lasting frustration out on other people. It doesn't matter for the moment. He's clinging to that. ]

Anyway. We're going to figure it out.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ The dismissal gives Peter pause, makes a muscle in his jaw jump.

It’s not easy for either of them, he knows. This whole thing is— a whole new level of fucked up, and making odd jokes as a way to deflect is totally familiar, so Peter lets it slide.

He scrubs his eyes with his free hand, swallows down his impulse to snap, as he has been since he’s been back. Cage down the ugly words, because they’re not going to help – not him, and definitely not anyone else.

He takes a shuddering breath, lets his hand drop to his lap. Then, ]

Nebula can fly my ship. [ and if his voice sounds duller than usual, he’ll thank Tony not to point it out. ] Maybe you can pick it up, too. Half your problem solved, right there.