Everyone watched impatiently as Dr. Strange levitated in a cross legged position, and activated the time stone. He moved into several different positions for over ten minutes before he finally landed, shaken by everything he had just seen.
"Well," Tony said, helping him stay steady on his feet, "how many possible futures did you look into?"
"14 million 6 hundred and 5," he answered.
Astonished at hearing such a large number, Tony asked, full of hope, "How many do we win?"
Dr. Strange paused and took a deep breath before he said, "Define win."
Everyone stared at him in absolute horror. Tony explained frantically, "One where we bring everyone back, defeat Thanos before he kills us all, and everyone here lives to tell about it! How many, Strange!?"
The only thing Dr. Strange could do was sadly shake his head. Everyone turned to look at each other. Terror. Panic. Desperation. The tension rose in the room quickly. Natasha wanted to ask first, but she couldn't get the words out. Steve was the one who finally mustered up the courage and asked in a horrified whisper, "We don't win any of them?"
"There are zero possibilities where everyone walks away from this alive," he explained somberly, "and there is only one where we bring everyone back and defeat Thanos properly." He took a deep breath and said, "Please don't ask questions! Because if I tell you guys what happens, it won't happen. I can still make sure we get the winning option if no one else knows what's going to happen next."
Tony pointed at Loki and demanded, "Are there any futures where he betrays us!?"
"No," Dr Strange confessed, "actually, there are none." He patted Loki on the back. "Great job." Loki pulled away from him, disgusted by his patronizing attitude. "But seriously, don't ask me anything. If I say too much the one where we 'win' won't come true."
Natasha begged, "Can you at least tell us who dies? Please, Strange, so we can say a proper goodbye before it's too late. Who doesn't make it?" She looked around in desperation at her friends in the room.
"No!" he insisted, covering his mouth, "I can't...I can't say who! I won't!" The truth spell fought back hard and continued to move his lips no matter how hard it bit down on them or covered his face.
Loki moved his hand through Dr. Strange's throat. Suddenly his words were gone and he couldn't make any noise whatsoever. He covered his mouth as he tried to speak without a voice. Clint asked, "What'd you do to him?"
"I stole his voice so he cannot inadvertently ruin our chance at a proper win," he answered.
Tony snarked, "What are you, a sea witch?"
"I beg your pardon?!" Loki angrily demanded, "What did you call me? I am no witch!"
Steve moved between them and said, "It's from a movie! He's made a reference to a a character in a movie. That's it."
"A movie?" Loki asked.
"Like a play," Thor said, "it's the same idea."
Loki rolled his eyes and said, "Well then, I can return his voice now if everyone here is done acting out their irrational mortal emotions."
"Irrational mortal emotions?!" Tony spat in disgust, "Excuse me? You think you're above such drama and theatrics, you full tilt diva?! I'll have you know my dad didn't love me either, alright, but I didn't use that as an excuse to run away from home and commit genocide against a whole other planet! And Thor here told us you tried to do that twice! The first time was against your own race, you miserable, unwanted, ice midget!"
Loki turned and threw daggers at everyone in the room right before he clutched Tony by the neck and squeezed hard enough for him to choke on his own larynx. As everyone held the knives he had just thrown at their arms and torsos in pain, Dr. Strange pulled out his magic strings and tried to keep Loki's hand away from Tony's throat unsuccessfully. Thor grabbed at his arms but with his free hand, Loki held him back and forced his Frost Giant ice powers into his wrist, giving him frost bite near instantly.
"Loki!" Thor shouted, "Let him go! Ow!" He recoiled in pain as ice pulsed through his arms, but he knew he had to try and stop his brother from harming Tony.
"I'll have you know, Tony," Loki explained in a gravelly voice, "I have only been coordinal with you thus far because you've lost everything, and believe me, I know the feeling all too well. You also have been of good use. Great work on rebuilding this contraption, truly. However, your ego seems to forget that I, Loki of Asgard, am the reason you will soon be reunited with the woman you call Pepper Potts, and everyone else you lost when Thanos snapped his fingers last year. If you dare anger me again, Tony, rest assured, I will not hesitate to rip your throat out and watch you choke to death on your own blood!"
He slammed Tony onto the ground full force, leaving an impression and knocking him out cold. Dr. Strange's ropes pulled against him hard and he released his grip on Thor.
"Tony!" Clint shouted, running to his side.
"He's still breathing," Steve said, anxiously checking on him, "he's alive, he's just knocked out."
"Ow that hurts," Thor said, rubbing his freshly ice burned skin, "Ah! Loki, you didn't need to do that!"
Loki explained, "I hope I've made myself clear. I have no care for anyone's personal feelings of me and the things I've done. Either you wish Thanos dead the same as me, or you hate me too much to see that through. Either way, we have a little over four hours until he arrives to destroy us all. Whether you fail at seeing through to that or not is up to each of you."
Everyone looked at each other, annoyed they'd still have to work with him after such a display of his explosive temper.
Dr. Strange tapped Loki on the arm and motioned to his throat, desperate to have his voice back. Loki waved his fingers, and it was returned.
"All that was unnecessary, Loki," He said, "but moving on from that. there are a few things I can tell everyone. Firstly, we need to stop antagonizing each other so this doesn't happen again. We're all stressed out, we get it! Secondly, we need to keep the stones out of the gauntlet until we are ready to perform the snap. Don't ask why! Just keep them on the table until the time comes. Thirdly, our snap must be to bring everyone back here to the present, because in the futures where we go back to before Thanos gets all the stones, our memories are wiped, and we end up stuck in endless time loops."
Clint whispered, "Damn." Natasha rubbed his back in comfort.
Dr. Strange finished, "And lastly, we'll need Wanda."
Clint sighed and shook his head sadly, "You know that's not going to happen, Strange. She's not coming out of that glass box."
"What are you talking about?" Loki asked, confused.
"You don't remember?" Steve asked, watching him shake his head, "You were there when we-" he stopped, "right, Thor knocked you out with that sedative."
Dr. Strange explained, "Wanda was so griefstricken after the trials last year she took over a small town and bent reality to her whims with her magic. She enslaved everyone there and forced them to act out her own personal fantasy where Vision and her family are still alive. I managed to break her hold over the citizens, but I couldn't break her out of her spell. Instead, I contained it, along with her, inside a glass container and put her in the sanctum."
Loki's jaw dropped in shock. "She's been living inside her own illusion for nearly a year?" he asked, astonished.
"Yes," he said, "that's correct."
"That's a long time for a mortal," Loki said, "that's had to have taken a heavy toll on her."
Dr. Strange asked, "What do you mean by a heavy toll? I know it's not exactly ideal for her to live like that, but it can't be too terrible for her."
"Illusion style magic requires a fortified mind to practice effectively," he explained, "if you can't maintain a perfect illusion under all circumstances-any and all stress levels-your own magic will betray you and run on its own. Without that proper step it can trap you within your own head. You've never heard of this?"
Dr. Strange said, "Illusion magic isn't really what sorcerery is all about, that's closer to witchcraft. I'm not well versed in it."
"Thor, you didn't know either?" Loki asked.
"You know I never paid attention to Mother's magic lessons," he confessed, "learning tricks has never been my style."
Loki rolled his eyes and said, "Well since she's required to kill Thanos, I'll get her out of there myself. Take me to her."
"I don't like this," Clint said, stepping up to him in front of everyone, "I don't think you should."
"You think I can't manipulate someone to get proper results?" Loki asked, offended mortals could think so little of him.
Steve said, "It's not that, Loki. If anything that's the problem. You just might break her mind worse than it already is, and she doesn't deserve that after everything she's been through."
Sam said, "Guys, we don't exactly have a whole lot of options here. The worst she can do is say no and launch him out of her little world like she's done with everyone else who's tried before. I say at least give him a chance to fail like the rest of us have."
"I guarentee I can make her leave," Loki said.
Clint sucked his teeth. "Dammit," he said, "fine, but you better not hurt her, you understand me?"
He put his hands up defensively. "Understood."
"While he's doing that," Steve said, "we'll work on getting our next stone. Which one should we get now?"
Dr. Strange explained, "The power stone. According to Thor we'll need the orb it came with in order to contain it's power." It was decided Sam, Clint, and Natasha, would all go through the portal together to retrieve the stone, while Dr. Strange took Loki and Thor to the sanctum in an attempt to fetch Wanda.
Dr. Strange, Loki, and Thor stood in front of the glass container Wanda walked around in.
"Oh this is terrible," Loki said, staring up at her, "you've let her live like this for nearly a year?"
"'Let' is a strong word," Dr. Strange insisted, "I've been trying to get through to her for months, but she really wants to live a normal life with her dead family members. Nothing you say to her is going to convince her otherwise."
Loki asked, "Is that a challenge?"
He shook his head, "It's a complete loss of hope."
Loki turned, stepped through the glass cage with his magic, and entered an entirely new world. A boring small town surburan atmosphere. He checked and noticed he could still use his magic, meaning he could magically rip apart her world and force her back into reality if he wanted to ruin her day and mess her up mentally. Instead, he used his magic to walk through the front door and made his way over to the kitchen where Wanda stood, cleaning the counters as if she were a normal suburban housewife. He sat at the table to observe her.
"Does it hurt?" Loki asked, making her nearly jump out of her skin, "Living a lie?"
She gasped and nearly fell over from shock. After taking a moment to catch her breath, she looked him over and said, "As if you care."
"You're correct on that assumption," Loki said, propping his feet up onto the table, "I don't care for you personally. In fact, I see no reason to become emotionally attached to any mortal. Your life span is so insignificant to mine, it would be as if you, a human, were to become emotionally attached to a fruit fly. Unlike Thor, I see no appeal in it."
Wanda turned back to face her kitchen counters and said, "Well this fruit fly would rather live in this lie, than face the awful truth."
"Oh," he said, "query, what is the truth?" He brought his legs down, leaned forward, and asked, "Do you remember? Or have you been trapped in here so long you've forgotten?"
She turned to stare out the fake window to the fake backyard. She took a deep breath and said, "This town is real, and the people in it, and the buildings. They're all real."
Loki smirked, "You haven't noticed your spell has been altered?"
"What are you talking about?" she asked, finally turning to look him in the eyes.
"You're no longer in a real town with real people," he explained, "Dr. Strange liberated everyone you were enslaving and transferred your spell here, to his...I have no recollection of what the name of this place is...but the fancy building in New York where he resides. You've been stuffed inside a giant glass box and put on display there."
She shook her head. "You're lying."
He confessed, "I cannot tell a lie. A truth spell has been cast on me. Ask me a question and I'll answer truthfully."
"Anything?" she asked. He nodded. "What should I ask you?" She paused to think for a moment, finally looking him in the eyes. "What's the real reason you're here?"
"The fate of the universe rests in your powers, Wanda," he answered, "we have found a way to recollect all six infinity stones. However, Thanos is also about to show up in just over four hours to try and kill us all once again. According to Stephan Strange, without you, we lose to him. I personally, desperately, desire for him to die and remain dead after everything he's done to me. Don't you?"
Wanda walked around the counter away from him awkwardly to avoid his question. She asked, "Loki, have you ever lost control of your magic?"
Loki smiled down at himself and answered, "I had my moments as a child like any proper master of magic." He paused and frowned as he remembered another time. "In recent memory I learned of my mother's death, so I broke everything in my room with magic, but it did nothing to quell the pain. I was so distraught my own magic turned against me. It threw the splinters of everything I broke back at me so hard I bled. I was so embarrassed I created an illusion to hide my shame, but I didn't fool anyone, especially not myself." He stopped to ponder her question. "You don't know how to break your own spell, do you?"
Wanda couldn't look at him. Instead she hugged herself and confessed, "Maybe."
"Dr. Strange hasn't attempted to explain how all this works to you?" Loki asked, standing up and walking around the table. "How you can return everything back to how it was and re-enter the real world?"
She shook her head, "No I haven't seen him since I started this."
Loki stepped toward her and said, "He claims he's come to see you many times, him, and Clint Barton, and Steven Rogers. They've all been here in an attempt to get you to come out of this fake world, and each have failed to convince you otherwise."
"I haven't seen anyone from the outside world besides you right now," Wanda insisted.
He stared at her. She appeared to be telling the truth. "Oh no," he said, "this is far worse than I initially thought. I warned you this could happen if you didn't get ahold of yourself, Wanda." He reached out to touch her head and felt her own power being pumped through her own mind and body. She pulled away from him and combed out her hair.
"I don't know how things ended up like this," Wanda confessed, "I don't understand my powers, but they sure seem to understand me." She walked around her kitchen and into the living room.
Loki glanced around her and said, "Your power has manifested your deepest desires into reality, and judging by what you have chosen to surround yourself with, it appears you deeply desire to live a boring insignificant life, similar to millions of others across this dull planet. I find that quite bizarre, considering the fact that you can have all this without expending so much magic." He gestured to their fake surroundings.
"I want to live a regular life with my family," she explained, "but I have to use magic because I don't have a family. Not anymore. Not a real one I can hold and interact with." She ran her fingers along the back of the sofa and tried to keep herself from crying.
"Vision is likely not to return," Loki explained gently, "and the people who died, they'll always be dead, but new people can always enter your life. Living in an illusion is only going to keep them out."
She asked sadly, "Is it even worth meeting new people when everyone always dies?"
"The only certain thing about life is that it must come to an end," he said, knowing all too well what that meant, "holing yourself up in here isn't going to change that. Instead, real life is passing you by."
Wanda asked, "Why should I leave all this?" She gestured to her house.
He answered, "To help us get all the infinity stones to bring everyone back to life and kill Thanos forever."
"There's no point," she said, completely and utterly heartbroken, "everyone I've lost died before he ever snapped his fingers. I won't get anyone back! Sure, killing him would be good revenge after he stole Vision's stone, but that won't do me any good now. Like you said, Vision is gone forever. So is everyone else I've ever cared about. Leaving here will do nothing for me. Nothing!"
Loki gave her a deep look over and saw her broken state. "It appears I've misread you," he said, "my mistake. It's clear to me now, you have no heroic aspirations. A true hero would help because they know others need them to, even when they have nothing personal to gain. Yet here you are, making claims to none of that. Do you not care for your fellow man and all they've lost?"
Not wanting to admit it out loud, she hesitated before she confessed, "I guess I don't." She took a deep, painful, breath. "Besides, the world hates me. They labled me 'a devastating threat to humanity' same as you. Why should I care about them?"
"You don't have to," he replied, "look at who you're speaking with." He gestured to himself. "I will say, it is hard to argue with their assesment when you brainwashed and enslaved an entire town to live out your own personal fantasy. Wanda, does it bother you to be considered a threat?"
"Yes!" she said hastily, "It does!"
"So, you've done some things the world hates you for," Loki explained calmly, "there is a way to get around that. If you leave this place, help bring everyone back, kill Thanos, all that heroic stuff, humanity will have to thank you for your service. They'll have to clear your name and forgive your past sins after witnessing such heroism. If they attempt to say anything negative, or continue to consider you a threat, you can loard it over their heads and remind them that you're the reason they're breathing. Every family member they're reunited with, every friend they thought was gone forever, every lost pet found, it was all because of you, Wanda." He paused. "You can't do that if you remain in here."
Wanda whispered to herself, "It'll all be because of me. Then they can't hate me, or lock me away, or claim I'm too dangerous, or say I'm a threat to them after I save them."
He said, "Now you understand."
"But I still have a problem," she confessed, "I don't know how I started this. How am I supposed to end it?"
"You know I'm real," Loki explained, "And you're real, and everything here is fake. Start there."
As Wanda stared at him, she reiterated what he said to her. "You're real," she whispered, "and I'm real." A faint red glow slowly appeared between them. She glanced around her her surroundings, and the red molecules grew in size and numbers. The furniture faded, the walls melted, and the roof disappeared entirely. Everything surrounding her was fake, and was proven as such.
The glass walls were finally revealed and showed the interior of the sanctum where Dr. Strange stood waiting. The glass fell apart at the seams, crashing into the floor. The ceiling fell downward, but Loki pushed it to keep it from falling on him and it launched across the room off to the side, shattering it against the floor.
Wanda collapsed and looked around wisfully at her new surroundings. "Wanda!" Dr. Strange dove for her. "Hey, are you alright?"
"Wanda," Thor said, running up to her.
"She might never be alright," Loki warned, "she has been magically rewriting her own brain chemistry, making it so she fully functions on magic, rather than by interacting with real substances. It's a miracle her own powers haven't accidentally caused a brain aneurism and killed her."
Dr. Strange tried pulling Wanda onto her feet but she flopped over, as if her legs had forgotten how to bare her weight.
"I've never seen anything like this," Thor said anxiously.
Wanda looked up at them leaning over her and asked, "Who are you people?"
"We have no time for this," Loki said. He picked her up in the bridal carry position with ease and said, "We might be able to ease her back to the real world if we get real world substance in her."
Dr. Strange nodded and created a portal to the avengers headquarters. Steve, Bucky, and Tony sat at the table, Tony with holding an ice pack on the back of his head. As they entered the warehouse, Steve asked, "How did it go-whoa!" He stared at the three of them and covered his mouth in shock. "Is she okay?"
Loki answered, "She's stuck inside her own mind. How could any of you let her stay like this for nearly an entire year?"
"We didn't realize it was that bad," Steve answered.
Loki pulled out a chair at the end of the table and sat her down in it.
The three of them moved seats to get closer to her. Steve said, "Wanda, hey, what's going on?"
Wanda looked up at them. "Hey," she said, "I know you."
"Yeah," Steve said gently, "I know you too, Wanda. How are you feeling? Okay?"
"I'm fine," she answered, "I'm fine. I'm fine. Everything is fine! Why wouldn't things be fine? I'm great! Never been better!" She laughed to herself painfully, as if she knew things weren't fine.
Tony said, "I have a feeling she's not fine."
"I'll get her something to eat," Dr. Strange said, making a portal to the kitchen.
Bucky asked, "Wanda, what exactly is the last thing you remember clearly? Think hard, it might not come to you easily."
"The two of us," Wanda said happily, looking at Steve, "and some other nice people, together we saved Sokovia. We saved everyone! We're heroes. I don't believe it!"
Steve asked carefully, "What if I told you things didn't go that well for us?"
She shook her head. "No," she insisted, "they had to have gone great! We saved Sokovia from Ultron, and then Pietro and I went home, and we found out our parents had been alive all along! We were reunited! I went home, and Vision came home with me, and we moved to America for a better life, and started a family together. We're all together."
"Oh she's not just swimming in the Nile river, Steve," Bucky said anxiously, "she's drowning in it." He watched as Dr. Strange set some crackers and cheese on the table in front of her. Bucky asked, "You really think that'll help?"
Loki said, "She hasn't eaten real food in months. It'll lessen her magic's grasp."
Wanda tried a cracker. "Whoa," she said, leaning back in her chair, "this is what real food tastes like? I totally forgot! This is amazing!" She quickly downed the crackers and cheese as if she hadn't eaten in days.
"We have less than four hours until Thanos shows up and we're barely any closer to getting these stones than we were an hour ago," Tony said frantically, "there has to be a way to get her back to normal so she can fight him." He adjusted his ice pack.
Thor asked, "Loki, can you strip her of her magic like you did with Father?"
"Excuse me?" Tony asked, horrified, "He did what!?"
"I stripped Odin of his powers and his memory and exiled him to Midgard giving him the idea that he simply a senile old man," Loki explained, "and I could strip Wanda's magic, but she is currently using it to function, because she had forgotten how without it. Therefore, if I take her magic away, she will seize functioning."
Tony said, "Back up a second there, psycho, you took away your own Father's magic?"
"Firstly," he answered, "he was never my father. Secondly, yes, I did. It was an awesome trick and took a while to complete but lots of fun."
Wanda said, "I don't know what you guys are saying, but I just want everyone here to know that I'm fine."
"What did Loki say to you?" Tony asked gently.
She paused for a moment, finishing up her crackers with a smile on her face. "Who?"
They all grimaced at hearing her say that. Bucky smiled painfully and asked, "Wanda, how did you get here, to this very spot, where you're sitting right now?"
She thought for a moment and said, "Well I was hungry, so I went to the kitchen and got cheese and crackers and then back came over here and sat down to eat them. Simple. That's all." She smiled as if all that really happened.
"That is not what happened," Bucky said calmly.
"This is going to take forever," Tony said impatiently, "is there anything anyone can do to help her?"
Loki answered, "I can force her to remember everything she's ever been through."
Steve asked, "Is that going to hurt her?"
"Oh absolutely," he replied, almost gleeful at the thought, "mentally, of course. Physically she'll feel nothing."
They all stared at him. Tony asked, "Doc?"
"I think he should give it a shot," he replied, careful not to say too much. He still needed to make sure they remained on the winning path.
Loki grabbed Wanda's head and forced his own magic through her brain. He felt it fight back, attempting to stop him from getting her to remember everything. She screamed as the memories assaulted her. Sokovia. Pietro. Vision. Thanos. Once Loki released her she fell off the chair to the side and laid on the ground.
"Wanda!" Steve called, diving to her side. Dr. Strange, Tony, and Bucky all stood over her.
She took a deep breath. "Whoa," she whispered, "that was intense."
"Are you alright?" Steve asked, "What do you remember?"
"I remember losing everyone," she said sadly, "but how long was I in Westview?"
"11 months," Dr. Strange answered, "6 days."
"Almost a whole year?" she asked, "Why is everything so heavy?" She tried lifting her arms, but they wouldn't move. Her legs remained on the chair and she couldn't move those either.
Dr. Strange explained, "You've been using magic to do everything for yourself for nearly a year, so you have significant atrophy across your entire body. It's going to take a while for you to reconfigure how to do everything for yourself again."
"What did Loki tell you?" Tony asked, turning to glance at him minding his own business.
She answered, "He said something about Thanos returning, and collecting the stones, and getting revenge for Vision." She tried to turn her head but nothing happened.
"You're welcome," Loki said, smiling at the group.
Dr. Strange stood up and said, "While they're helping her out, and everyone else is still collecting the power stone, we still need to make good use of the little time we have left. The reality stone and the soul stone are both next."
Thor explained, "The aether is inside Jane. We need to figure out a way to get out of her."
"How did you get out of her last time?" he asked.
"Malekith, an evil dark elf from Svartalheim, ripped it from her body using dark elf magic," Loki answered.
Tony stood up and said, "Then just rip if out of her using your own magic. There, crisis solved. You're welcome."
"It doesn't work like that," Loki said quickly, "I know nothing of dark elf magic."
"Seriously," Tony scoffed, "what's the difference?"
Loki rolled his eyes, knowing he didn't want an actual answer, but the truth spell wouldn't let him leave that hanging in the air. "Do you have about 900 years for me to explain all it's complicated intricacies to you, because that's at least how long it takes for most Asgardians to gain the proper title 'master of magic.'"
Tony bit his lips. "You know I don't live that long," he answered, annoyed he had to retort.
Thor asked, "Can't you learn about their magic from their books, Loki? You know Frost Giant magic now when you never did before."
"Yes, I've read three entire books on their magic and how it works and can now perform approximately five spells in a mediocre fashion because it's that different from Asgardian magic," he replied, "dark elf magic is even more different."
"What about the legendary underground library of hidden knowledge on Svartalheim?" Thor asked, "We could go there and find the spell Malekith used to get the aether for ourselves."
Loki hesitated. "That's a long shot, brother, we don't even know if such a book exists, let alone if it does, if it's kept there." He stopped as he remembered Dr. Strange had just looked into the future and wasn't arguing against their point. "Is it there?"
He nodded. "You find the book you need there, yes."
Loki said, "Alright, then we'll go there and find it." He reached for the tesseract on the table, only for Tony to pull it out of his reach. "Don't tell me you're still afraid I'll betray the cause after everything I've already done to help."
"Actually," Dr. Strange, "I agree with Tony. All the stones must remain on the table." He motioned for Tony to put it down.
"We can't get to Svartalheim without it," Loki insisted.
"Yes, you can," Dr. Strange said, "you just have to remember how."
Thor said, "The bifrost was how we always traveled there before, but it is no more and Heimdall, the one who held the power to manipulate it, was dusted. We need the tesseract, Strange. Would it make you feel better if I were the one to use it instead of him?" He attempted to step to the table, only for Dr. Strange to block his path.
He said, "That's not it. You both know of a way to get there without the cube and these stones need to remain on this table if we want to win."
Loki said, "We can only get there with the bifrost or the tesseract." He paused as he remembered a third option. "No, that's not true! We can take the portal between Midgard and Svartalheim! It's been over 350 years since I've tried but I remember where it is!"
"Show me," Thor said.
With a wave of his fingers, Loki showed his brother a memory of traveling through the portal he found centuries earlier. "It isn't far from here," Loki said.
"Then let's make haste," Thor replied, bringing his axe to his hand, "transform into something that won't anger me."
Loki transformed into a long black snake and curled up around Thor's shoulders. Thor replied, "Oo, a snake! We'll return as soon as possible to continue this quest."
"Yeah," Tony said, "see you soon."
Once Thor stepped outside, he twirled his axe as easily as he could with how massive it was, and they were off.