As far as trips into space have gone, Tony's three reviews on Yelp have all been only one star. It can't be helped, considering how close to death he's come each time. There's no heroic return on this third crash landing, though he's happy enough to be back on Earth despite the way it looks as he follows a bald, blue cyborg lady off a ship named for an actress. As one might expect, New York is again in ruin, so Tony takes very little mind of the flaming tire he walks around as he breaks off from Nebula and wanders down Fifth Avenue.

There's a lot going on in his head now despite the blank stare he's giving everyone and anyone that might glance his way. Firstly, he's curious why a ship is able to reach an outer moon of Saturn in just a few hours and come back a few hours after that. Secondly, he's really thinking about shaving off his facial hair because it reminds him too much of Stupid McWizardy. Thirdly--

Thirdly, he has a lung full of Peter Parker and he's not really sure how to mourn. Usually it's with scotch. Or with a project. He doesn't have either handy.

Nebula has explained that Thanos must have managed to do his cool new party trick and snapped out half of the life in the universe. That probably explains why there's a helicopter in the side of a cafe Pepper always liked. One person is still inside, but just as dead (if more corporeal) as the pilot who disappeared had been.

Tony doesn't have a phone. Bruce took the one Steve gave him (and had been literally carrying around with him since it was Fedex'd to HQ over a year ago) and the other hadn't survived space.

Another thing to go in the Yelp review, surely.