"You can say that again." Some days Tony can barely be Tony.
He's taking care with Kiara's vessel and he isn't even sure why. She's a parasite, but she isn't a malicious parasite. She just wants what any sentient wants. It's on his mind as he carries the drone and vessel over near the open hatch and sets them down.
"Yeah, thanks." He takes the controller and sits down on the deck next to the tablet he'd dropped, using the tablet for guidance, since he lacks Tony's gizmos that would obviate the need.
His control of the drone isn't as smooth as Tony's at first; the drone wavers and strains to lift itself and the vessel before it lifts off the deck and lumbers out the back of the quinjet and into the air where it bobs and shifts before abruptly lifting and zipping toward the wormhole.
It isn't a straight shot, but Bruce watches the screen, guiding the drone through the wormhole and back out over Sakaar's trashed landscape.
Kiara's a parasite, so he's going to drop her in the middle of Parasite Central: the Grandmaster's court.
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He's taking care with Kiara's vessel and he isn't even sure why. She's a parasite, but she isn't a malicious parasite. She just wants what any sentient wants. It's on his mind as he carries the drone and vessel over near the open hatch and sets them down.
"Yeah, thanks." He takes the controller and sits down on the deck next to the tablet he'd dropped, using the tablet for guidance, since he lacks Tony's gizmos that would obviate the need.
His control of the drone isn't as smooth as Tony's at first; the drone wavers and strains to lift itself and the vessel before it lifts off the deck and lumbers out the back of the quinjet and into the air where it bobs and shifts before abruptly lifting and zipping toward the wormhole.
It isn't a straight shot, but Bruce watches the screen, guiding the drone through the wormhole and back out over Sakaar's trashed landscape.
Kiara's a parasite, so he's going to drop her in the middle of Parasite Central: the Grandmaster's court.