Tony kept circling Fat Thor. It wasn't because he'd developed some strange new hobby; he was filming with his glasses.
He couldn't possibly pass up such great material. Back when Thor had been relentlessly bullied by Yinsen's spatial magic, he had filmed plenty of footage too—not only keeping a copy for himself, but sharing it with friends.
Thor paid no attention to this Tony's teasing. The version of him in this world had been through too much; ordinary provocation could no longer stir his emotions much. He was even in the mood to joke about himself, grabbing the flesh on his belly and giving it a shake before saying to the younger Tony in front of him,
"I'm storing divine power!"
"Careful not to store too much!"
Tony casually patted Thor's arm. Unlike the old days, when it had felt like he was slapping a rock, this pat sent waves of flesh rippling, leaving everyone speechless.
"Let's get back to business!"
Steve brought the conversation back on track. After talking for a while, he already knew what Clint had gone through. What he wanted to know now was whether there was anything wrong with the Time Machine.
"There shouldn't be, but Clint was hijacked by Yinsen into their timeline. There's simply no way to tell whether this test succeeded or failed."
What gave Banner and Ant-Man Scott even more of a headache was that there were very few Pym Particles left. Under those circumstances, they couldn't continue testing and could only begin the plan at risk.
"Come to think of it, what exactly is your plan to save the world?"
Yinsen had not spoken earlier. Only now did he ask.
Though he already knew Steve and the others' plan, he wasn't the only one who wanted to know. Tony, who