[ Stephen doesn't seem particularly pleased to see him. Tony has the impression of walking into a room too late, like he's interrupting something. He doesn't like that feeling.

He drinks some more sugary iced coffee and wanders over to the nearest armchair, reaching out to touch a fingertip to the soft leather, as if testing to see if it's real. It's easier than looking at Stephen and all the complicated problems he represents. ]

The last time I saw you was on Titan. Right after you handed over the Time Stone without a fight.

[ Despite himself, he can't resist looking over at Stephen to see how he takes that, his own jaw set on a frown. ]

You want to explain that?