They didn't have to be on their own world for the weight of it to still be heavy on Tony's shoulders, and nothing would likely change that. It had been true before he'd ever met Peter, and it remained so -- only Tony sort of felt like had had more stake in things now than he had some ten years ago. He'd probably thought that ten years ago, too. It was just part of his general make up, maybe. Or whatever he'd turned into after that cave in Afghanistan. Maybe he was just making up for thirty plus years of not feeling bad about anything.
"Only lazier," he agreed, although there was a spark of something like pride in Tony for just how clever Peter always was. Not that Tony had anything to do with it just -- just that he was. "Let's hope for no-nazis," he went on, HUD looking for anything that there was to find, and coming up rather short, which was sort of weird. "We didn't bring our resident Nazi puncher along with us. This definitely isn't Canada. Is it just me, or is this city missing people?"