Okay. Well. The show of power was also a little aggressive, but Tony was weirdly used to it -- or had been once. Back when Wanda had lived with them, when Vision had made it his life's mission to just phase into rooms through walls with zero warning.
He'd watched Captain America tear a log in half once. God, he missed those days. And how sad and nostalgic was he for thinking about all that when there was only a moving chair in question here? Tony frowned more to himself than anything and busied himself looking around his desk for a cup of coffee that was even remotely recent.
And he listened. Because he did that now, okay? It was a thing he'd been working on more. Had been since that show down in Siberia. Because going off the rails just didn't work for anyone, particularly not him. Neither did planning, admittedly. It certainly hadn't helped them on Titan. Hadn't helped Peter. Just another thing to not think about. Luckily for them both, Tony was always thinking about at least a dozen things at once and could still focus up enough to be listening.
"Okay," he said after a beat. He knew the proposal had turned into a thing. He wasn't getting into that. Not right now. But the rest -- "Have you ever been lifted to an outside dimension that there was literally no way out of before?" He asked, because yes, a terrible inevitable force hunting someone sounded awful, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to put some critical thinking and science into this. He had questions. "Tell me more about it?"