Reality - Stark's agreed to keep it in a high security lock-down at the Avengers' upstate Headquarters, outside of the city.
Power - I'm returning this to Star-lord and friends. If they need any additional assistance while on Earth, I suggest that Nick Fury and his agents can offer assistance.
Space - The stone is already bound. Leaving that binding in place between the King and Prince of Asgard is a reasonable solution.
Time - The has long been in the keeping of the Masters of the Mystic Arts and the Sorcerer Supreme. That trend will continue.
Mind - Destroyed. Thank you, Wanda.
Soul - Well out of reach, now that the link volunteered to remove themselves from the equation.
[They'd laid in bed together when they were done, twining limbs and fingers. She'd shown him a softer side of herself than even he had seen before.
Though that part of his brain that had come from another universe was screaming at him that he should feel something else, something about being a traitor and a cheater and that he should hang all the harder onto those who only felt like a dream, the rest of him just felt at peace.
He'd fallen asleep with his arms around her body and his face kissed by her red hair.
It was the first time since coming here he'd slept dreamlessly. No ashes, no dust.
But he woke up in bed alone.
He twisted to reach onto the nightstand and grab his device to send her a text.]