"No one had the Soul Stone yet, but there were some other steps," Dr. Strange said, conversationally. "Don't get separated, or regroup quickly if you do. Lure Thanos to Wakanda for the remaining stones. Use or destroy a couple stones. Aim for the arm."
Strange almost paused in mid-step as he crossed the threshold of the portal into the Sanctum. They experienced a dusting here, a bleed over from that other dimension, but they found a way to get some of them back and stabilized through the Quantum Realm. He was still hoping that the universe would realize it experienced a hiccup, realized it knew how to fix it, and was going to take several deep breaths to set things right. It was a nice thought, at least.
As for the threats, he began prattling off a list like it was the take out menu from the nearest deli.
"Sharknado happened. Hopefully not again. Stark was...exuberant. Some Hammer Industries weapons that were used on some of us last year. Thanos is still out there, somewhere, minus an arm. Dormammu is probably waiting for when I'm gone to consume this entire planet into the Dark Dimension. Various threats from outer space. Various threats from other dimensions. Various threats from the astral plane. Several governments still have the Accords, but not the United States. Unconstitutional. Cthulhu cultists are trying to create a tulpa of the Great Old One. Oh, and I spent an afternoon in Minecraft as a Minecraft character. Reality stone. Dr. Foster poured tea on it and it got upset. All over New York."
He turned to look at Bruce, with a very serious expression indeed.