"We won," he repeated, and there was such wonder in his tone, such awe, that it was probably a little embarrassing. But he just -- felt overwhelmed with that knowledge. He'd hoped it had been a possibility, when Natasha had shown up, explained the plan and her own sacrifice. He was glad that it was --
well. Not worth it. That wasn't right. She hadn't deserved it and Tony still thought they could have found another way. But at least she hadn't died for nothing.
And that meant they'd gotten everyone back. Peter. Strange, Quill, all the rest. It was nearly overwhelming, the relief he felt, and when his hand raised again, it wasn't to touch at the reactor so much as to cover his own chest and remember how to breathe properly.
"Good," he murmured. And that wasn't even a proper start, but he didn't know what would be. There'd be more on that later, he was sure. But for now, he was happy to keep it simple, to allow himself that near silent pleasure of knowing something good had finally come for them.
"Your sister. Gamora?" That was -- new. He'd thought her dead, another sacrifice on Vormir. He'd been under the impression that one was more permanent. But then he glanced around them, and it was really -- there wasn't much beyond the dusk of the place. It felt unreal, even for the Doors. "How--?" The urge to walk in the direction he'd come from was strong, but the thought of what he might find was just as worrying as the thought of what he didn't want to leave behind.