Uh-huh. [ His mouth twists. The surprise on the Iron Stan's face answers a lot of questions. Tony should feel bad – about dropping the whole lead weight in someone else's lap even as he's still grappling with it, but – between Strange's face and Wanda's look, he's running a little low on empathy. ] Gonna take that as a "no," then.

[ He takes another deliberate sip of – ugh. Whatever this is, it's something else. He blinks once, hard. ] Don't worry about it, you're probably like. At least a year out – plenty of time to go the, uh– [ he looks him up and down again, ] –Harley Davidson convention, or whatever you're into.