One minute I was in New York. Then I was here. Something about a rift in space and time -- which, I kind of thought you had that handled. [ A pointed glance over at Stephen. At least he's warming back up to riffing off him, settling back into a kind of normal like someone easing off a leg cramp. One thing about being a futurist, you've got to keep moving. ]

There are a lot of superheroes here. We're all supposed to pick a team -- and again, thought we had that handled the first time.

[ He's less thrilled about enforced registration these days. Tony wanders back over to the desk and starts looking around again, reaching out to pick up what he assumes is a paperweight, rolling it between his palms while he talks. ]

Oh and you're basically married to me. Or, the other me.