[The similarities keep on piling up, though Stephen is sorry to hear about this one in particular. A wide-spanning threat -- just how wide? It bothers him, not knowing, his imagination wanting to fill in the holes with nothing to work with. Leave him hanging like that, Thancred, and you'll have Stephen wanting to nose around for more information on principle alone.

He almost asks in the pause that follows, uncaring if it interrupts Thancred's lingering exhale and sip of his wine, wanting to know. But he's beaten to the punch, asked something else instead, and Stephen's lips twist.]

Me? An Avenger? Maybe in some alternate universe. [And even then, it sounds silly. Stephen's far removed from the team dynamic lifestyle, happy to be relegated to his role as the weird sorcerer guy.] No, I have a different set of responsibilities in my own order. The sorcerers of Kamar-Taj usually deal with magical threats. The Avengers dealt with more Earthly ones.

[Thanos was just... a particularly special case. Magical restrictions do not apply when half of life in the universe had been turned to dust.]