Tony is happy enough to be spared some nightmare fodder, taking her at her word with his focus snapped back ahead of them.
After their visit to Cosima's Toronto, he's figured that some technological variation exists between otherwise baseline-identical earths, branching off out of their respective unique novums. The Infinity Stones, Neolutionism, a highly infectious brain-eating virus, all doing something to stop, stagnate, or advance. Tony can imagine several different ways that more than just the military could have done their part to resuscitate a dying world.
But they're here instead. No time travel or diverging realities, no space ships, no nanotechnology or super-geniuses or god-aliens. No magic, even. The garden's come back, and all it wants is fertiliser.
He absorbs the things she's says, the answers she gives, inclined to just kind of file it away and process it rather than strike up a dialogue. He lets that ominous at first hang between them for a few lingering seconds, rebar now resting against a shoulder, before he announces,
no subject
After their visit to Cosima's Toronto, he's figured that some technological variation exists between otherwise baseline-identical earths, branching off out of their respective unique novums. The Infinity Stones, Neolutionism, a highly infectious brain-eating virus, all doing something to stop, stagnate, or advance. Tony can imagine several different ways that more than just the military could have done their part to resuscitate a dying world.
But they're here instead. No time travel or diverging realities, no space ships, no nanotechnology or super-geniuses or god-aliens. No magic, even. The garden's come back, and all it wants is fertiliser.
He absorbs the things she's says, the answers she gives, inclined to just kind of file it away and process it rather than strike up a dialogue. He lets that ominous at first hang between them for a few lingering seconds, rebar now resting against a shoulder, before he announces,
"My world's better."