“There had been a time when you would assist me in my need,” Thor said, not a threat, but merely a recollection. “A time when we had fought together and fought well towards the same goal. When you had not wished to see me dead.” He wasn’t ready to believe that time had passed. He wasn’t ready to let his brother go. He’d died and been returned to him. Wasn’t that enough?

Thor even took him by the back of the neck, oblivious to all others. This was a discussion beyond them and their interference was ignored.

“Whatever else that has happened, we can see it repaired.” Poor Thor. He truly believe that. “I will not see you again dead and lost.”

Tony glanced at the others in the room, shrugged, and sat back down. He hadn’t come for a love fest.