“We also don’t know if the ship needs it to function,” Tony pointed out. “Then again, if you reduce the whole thing to scrap, I could rebuild it. Eventually. It’s sort of massive, Banner, and we have only a few months until we have to play Rescue Rangers. I’m good, but I’m not sure I’m that good without a corps of engineers to help me out with welding guns. We spent two weeks onboard that ship. Only the people directly by that thing got hurt.” And so far, he was the only survivor that had taken sick in the first place. “The vast majority of the ship is fine.”

But maybe Banner was right? In a way, Tony didn’t care. Playing at being a hero was not in the cards for him any more. He hadn’t really settled into that role with any certain desire. And going back to that place?

He didn’t want to. He knew that was a bad attitude to have so he was keeping it to himself, but that didn’t stop it from being true.