Tony Stark: Earth's Best Defender (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} allaboutego) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} snapthread, |
"No, no. That's what I'm saying. You are unique. There could be another Carol Danvers but that doesn't make her you. Just like that other Tony is a Tony but he isn't me. The differences are clear. There'll never be a point where we get confused over who's who. And time does have something to do with it. Time has to do with everything though, even down to the second. It's like -- you know. You leave a minute earlier or later on a drive and you don't get into a car accident and your whole life is different than it might have been -- just. No. Bad example. It's chaos theory and string theory all rolled into one weird knot and you've got this place."
He waved the idea away, because he wasn't exactly sure where he was going with it. It just was, sort of. Infinite realities meant infinite versions of them, some the same, others wildly different, no doubt.
"Thanks," he went on, a little more subdued, but only because he was vaguely bemused by the fact that Carol was pointing out his charm and offering outs on his -- well. Alcoholism. He wasn't sure he'd call it that, personally, but it probably wasn't far off the mark. He smiled, and it was one of those honest and rare Stark smiles. "Everyone needs at least one bad habit. I kicked the rest." He raised his glass a little, in some bizarre form of celebration to that idea. "Do you like standing behind the bar?"