Oh, Tony could probably damn well make a wormhole if he wanted. It wasn’t like the technology for it was out of reach for him. He just really, really didn’t want to. Space, in general, wasn’t on his list of interests these days. He avoided it when he could and certainly did not invite it into his work space. He did, however, tend to work on a lot of things that involved being safer in space, so there was that.
“That’d be interesting, if you could,” Tony said because space and organic tech weren’t the same things, so long as he was concerned. Big difference between other cultures and the vast expanses of nothingness. He had friends who were aliens. “No pressure. Get yourself settled first,” He went on - even though he knew that so many people who ended up here didn’t care for slowing down or taking a minute to get their bearings or have a vacation. It must have been the build of them all.
“Wonderful,” he said dryly. “More Nazis. Why is that always a running theme? You’d think at some point the universe would realize what a no go that should be. And yet.” He spread his fingers wide, in obvious frustration. And then took it a step back again, when he noticed how quiet John went over his friend. “You okay?” He asked, careful, quiet. Losing people was hard. And that was the face of someone who had lost.
Maybe it was good, being able to change the subject. Tony smiled, but it wasn’t really humored. “He’s in there, yeah. It’s a few people. I’m comparing, seeing what’s different, what made some people sick and not others. If I can find a cure for him, I’ll do my damnedest.”