"Oh." Tony leans back in his seat as the pieces fall into place. It's only been a couple hours since his chat with Sam, which, it appears, isn't nearly enough time for even Tony Stark's brain to calibrate to the mountain of new, incredible information presented to it. This place, the people here, the time passed, the existence of another... him.
Yet, here's more evidence that Wilson's not completely off his rocker. Or EXO-7 Falcon jet, whatever. Tony mumbles out a, "I kinda meant this place in general," as the girl strides away, and can't help but feel a small shard of guilt in his chest. Although the idea of another version of himself strolling around is hard to stomach, it seems that version was real enough to her.
She looks about Peter's age.
She comes back out and asks to sit. Tony gives a little half-shrug – good enough, apparently, and–
He lets out a laugh. Small, more like a single huff of air. But it's there.
"Uh. Pretty crazy." He pauses, twists his mouth. "Honestly, not that crazy, at face value – there's plenty of multiverse theories out there, quantum mechanics don't necessarily negate them, but..." He trails off. Gestures. "All of the 'mes' getting dragged here, into feudal fiefdom land, one after another? That's. Wild as hell."
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Yet, here's more evidence that Wilson's not completely off his rocker. Or EXO-7 Falcon jet, whatever. Tony mumbles out a, "I kinda meant this place in general," as the girl strides away, and can't help but feel a small shard of guilt in his chest. Although the idea of another version of himself strolling around is hard to stomach, it seems that version was real enough to her.
She looks about Peter's age.
She comes back out and asks to sit. Tony gives a little half-shrug – good enough, apparently, and–
He lets out a laugh. Small, more like a single huff of air. But it's there.
"Uh. Pretty crazy." He pauses, twists his mouth. "Honestly, not that crazy, at face value – there's plenty of multiverse theories out there, quantum mechanics don't necessarily negate them, but..." He trails off. Gestures. "All of the 'mes' getting dragged here, into feudal fiefdom land, one after another? That's. Wild as hell."