Bleak is realistic. He’s fine with it. And he doesn’t hesitate long over Gwenaëlle’s question, innocent as it is. Because this is— not fully safe territory, really, but it doesn’t set off the immediate klaxons or the defensive evasiveness yet. This part is fine. Basic getting-to-know-you stuff.

“I do,” he says. Explanatory. “He’s the only person I know here, actually. We come from the same universe. We fought together in that war.”

And Stephen had walked Tony right into his self-sacrificial heroic death.

(Okay. That part, he won’t touch.)