'Just the facts.' Telling Thor was the practice run. Now came the true test. Tony's eyes scanned the interior for other forms of life of the non-supernatural kind. Enchanted as this space was, he would have taken a ghost or two over prying ears.

"The Accords. If you're from when you say you are, you should know." Tony re-assumed the mask. His tone was business-like, but offhand, just like old times.

If only.

"We had...discourse. Didn't end well." Tony chewed on the words but didn't let himself wait too long to say them. "Avengers splintered. Poof. Kaput. History."