Okay, party people. Everyone's got the jitters, can't say I blame anyone, but let's make a strategy for the absolutely nothing that is going to happen, okay?
Los Angeles; Pepper, Merry and Pippin along with yours truly will have the safehouse in Malibu. If you are on the left coast, get here.
New York: Stoic asshole with the sword and his other sword people got that place, right?
London: I know we've got a bunch of people there, right? You guys make any plans yet?
Anyone stranded? I seriously think we're all freaking out over nothing, but whatever, I've got a titanium suit that shoots lasers. My threshold for worry is a little higher than most.