Tony wanted to be in the present -- for as much as he planned ahead, he'd found lately his plans had sort of warped. When he'd gotten here (after the initial first few weeks of doing nothing but sleeping and watching Steve coddle him) his main goal had been figuring this place out, trying to find a way out of it. But now? Now his plans mostly involved making sure it was livable -- health and safety first. He wanted people to be comfortable and well fed and entertained. He wanted Gwen to be happy, and Pete.
He wanted to stay. With Steve. He did. If it came down to it, he'd do what he had to do. But he wasn't rushing it.
And no. He couldn't move the hammer. Tony didn't know what worthy entailed, but he did know he didn't have it. It wasn't really something that bothered him because -- well. Why would he be worthy? Steve -- now that made sense. "You can lift it?" He asked, because this was the first he'd heard of it. "How'd he know? Is he okay?"