Tony's words were resolute, and he was no longer young.
Although Tony looked to be only in his early thirties, he knew how to calmly think things through.
He knew resurrecting the dead would absolutely be troublesome. Not to mention the resurrection process itself—there would probably be endless trouble afterward as well.
Even so, Tony still intended to try. He had long had such thoughts, and there was no way he would give up.
As for Noah's promise and the uncertainty of magic, Tony was not worried in the slightest.
Even a simple spell could go wrong, let alone something like bringing the dead back to life. This was something he had never even dared to imagine before. If it could truly be done, no matter what happened, it would not be surprising.
If it were too easy, Tony would instead feel that something was wrong. He would wonder whether he was dreaming. And it was only natural for such magic to require experimentation, as long as the experiments did not damage the soul.
"Resurrection?" Iron Man Tony froze for a moment. He turned to glance at Natasha before looking at Noah again. "Are you serious?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" Noah tilted his head. "I already discussed this with Tony five years ago. Sorry, not you. This is our decision. I promised Asgard I would resurrect some people, and I also promised Tony. Now, I'm afraid I need to conduct some experiments."
"But..." Iron Man Tony frowned. "This doesn't seem like a good thing. You know, disturbing the dead."
"Mr. Tony Stark." Tony stood up then, staring seriously at the version of himself from another universe. "This is my business. This is our universe's business. This is also my own decision. You don't need to interfere."
Tony's words were exceptionally