It was true that there wasn't time for regrets. Something was coming. He wasn't sure what it was or how long it was last. That was the likely reason why he seemed so reticent that the bad situation had any side that could be considered better. They would have to deal with things as they happened. That was all they could do.
"I wish I could say I had some control over that and could stop it. But nope? Not it. It's happening randomly. On its own." He was looking down at her with the sort of expression that said he'd seen far too much, which tended to happen when someone died repeatedly. "Stark's set up some people in a hotel, and he...has a special place that you're on the list of. He wrote next to it that you'll find it, and I quote, really posh by Russian standards."
Stephen closed his eyes and shook his head ever so slightly, while silently mouthing the word 'no.'