![]() ![]() TONY (O.S.): Most of the quote-unquote 'food' and potable water ran out two weeks ago. BENATAR, GALLEY - FLASHBACK Tony hands Nebula the last of A PURPLE POWDER. A thousand light years from the nearest 7-11. TONY (O.S.): Which means, we're dead in the water. ![]() SPACE - NIGHT FROM HIGH OVERHEAD, WE WATCH THE BENATAR DRIFT IN SPACE. Bought ourselves about 48 hours of flight time. TONY (O.S.): The fuel cells were cracked during battle, but we figured out a way to reverse the ion charge. BENATAR, GALLEY - FLASHBACK TONY AND NEBULA MEND THE EMPTY FUEL CELLS UNDER THE FLOOR. Infection's run its course, thanks to the Blue Meanie back there. TONY (O.S.): You know, if it wasn't for the existential terror of staring into the literal void of space, I'd say I'm feeling a little better today. BENATAR, GALLEY - FLASHBACK NEBULA lasers shut Tony's infected wound. I don't even know if you're still…God, I hope so. TONY (O.S.): I don’t know if you're ever going to see these. SPACE - NIGHT THE BENATAR sparks, adrift. If you find this recording, don't post it on social media. ![]() TONY'S RECORDING: he stares directly into the "camera." TONY: This thing on? Hey, Ms. BENATAR, FLIGHT DECK - NIGHT Tony, thin and haggard, kneels in front of HIS BROKEN IRON MAN HELMET. Have fun? Nebula studies his hand, confused. ![]()
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