The plan is that the clock is ticking. I'm actually about to start rendering some images from the LA bomb-site. There's something we're not seeing. Is it because we don't know how to look? From what our other selves say, this asshole is dangerous across realities, but I don't think theirs matches ours. What aren't we seeing, JARVIS? No, I don't want that view...
[Talking out loud as he worked was another one of Tony's trademarks; it was if, for a short moment, he'd forgotten Steve was on the other end of this conversation, that it wasn't just him and an overly intelligent AI anymore. As JARVIS got to work, the buzz that was Tony's phone as missed call after missed call went ignored could be heard humming against some hard surface.]
Steve?
[As though suddenly remembering.]
Just make sure New York's secure. I'll send a data packet your way later, okay?