Father/Daughter Woods Date?
Tony wouldn't agree about people forgetting -- there was simply no proof of it that he'd seen because even the people who disappeared and reappeared again never seemed to be from exactly the same point or timeline, that he'd seen. Natasha came closest, but even then there were a few variances. It lead him to believe that no version that left and came again was the same -- so it was just as likely as not that those who left remembered. Or, well, maybe that was just the optimist in Tony that hoped for that to be the case. All he really knew was no matter what, Gwen was his kid. That was just -- how it was now. And he refused to even consider that there might be a day that that wasn't true anymore.
"At least they'd be scaring the shit of out people somewhere with decent lighting and climate controlled temperatures," Tony said, like that was enough to make the horror worth it.
And frankly, judging by these woods -- he sort of thought it might be.
He didn't really expect Gwen to go up top in the trees-- Tony had been ready and willing to do it, but she just zipped on up there, and then was back sooner rather than later. She was graceful in situations like these, he realized. Quieter than Iron Man would be. "Alright," he said, considering her words even as he booped her nose because she's scrunched it and that meant it was fair game. "So no hot dogs and no civilization in sight -- " Which was checking out, FRIDAY wasn't sensing any tech around, either. "So that means no obvious doors. So we wait until one shows up." He tapped at his arc reactor thoughtfully and looked around. "So we can wander, or we can camp until daylight."