"I didn't make one," Tony said, frowning slightly. Because of all the things he hated talking about, The Wormhole Incident ranked right up there with Afghanistan. They were things that had happened, and everyone he knew was aware, and that was enough. But John didn't know. And was clearly curious. "I flew through one that'd been created by some would-be invading aliens with a nuke that'd originally been aimed at New York City on my back."
And maybe that would be information enough. Who knew. Tony leaned forward a little, elbows on his desk. "The thing is, time travel doesn't seem like accurate wording for a place that exists outside of time. That's the whole pocket aspect. Everyone here is from a different moment in time. There's no real saying what's right or wrong because there's no such thing. The Foundation for the Law of Time is --defunct. Math is ruined forever. Believe me, it sucks, I know. Bio-tech is interesting. You'll have to tell me more." Because that Tony was into. Extremis had made sense to him and could have had so many brilliant applications if it hadn't been used as a weapon first. "What's a Peacekeeper?" It didn't sound all that peaceful.
He glanced over at his screens again. "It's the break down of DNA strands. You narrow the information down enough and it's -- you know. Practically math."