Nebula had thought that with Thanos dead, she would never again have a chance for revenge. In her self-abandonment, the only pleasure she could still find was having sex with Baldy. Never in her wildest dreams had she expected a gray-bearded Thanos to appear before her. She stood stunned for several seconds.
"I'll kill you!" Nebula shoved Baldy away, forcibly separating their bodies, then sprang up, snatched the laser sword beside the bed, and charged at Thanos like a whirlwind.
Ten seconds later, Thanos had knocked Nebula unconscious and driven back Baldy, who had forced himself forward to help.
This rough-and-ready prospective son-in-law was indeed weak, but he was not entirely useless. That was Thanos's first impression of Baldy.
"Jasper, here's the situation..." By now, everyone was familiar with one another. Stark had reached the point where he called Baldy by name instead of politely calling him Mr. Sitwell.
Baldy would rather Stark be more polite to him. Damn it! Just because you treat me like one of your own, you come to me with a mission this dangerous?!
Do I look like an idiot to you?
Baldy's expression was terrible. Of course, anyone would look terrible if a group of people came in to watch while he was happily having sex. Stark felt he could understand. Putting himself in Baldy's shoes, if it had happened to him, he would have been close to killing someone. They were both men; he understood. He really, truly understood...
"I..." Baldy wanted to say that he was not going. He was the President of the United States now; he had the right to refuse.
But then an incomparably majestic voice suddenly sounded in his mind: "Go."
The voice was brief and forceful, leaving no room for doubt. It sounded somewhat like Director Daisy's?...