"I think she'd prefer that I wasn't here at all," Tony replies heavily, without thinking, leaning in to rest his head against his propped fist for a moment. It takes him a beat to consider how that might sound like he's blaming Stephen for the whole predicament and he comes up again, waving it off.

"Sorry, not helpful." He rubs that hand over his face, trying to pull himself back together enough to listen to the briefing. Since that's what it is, as weird as the context has become. How things work. How they're going to survive long enough to get home. He's dealt with bigger odds. Harder outcomes.

Though, speaking of hard..

"So does that mean you've been.. beating the shit out of people? Every single month? For nearly a year?" Tony turns his attention back to the wizard at his side.