Thor runs a hand over the back of Tony's head, down to his neck. He lets his hand settle comfortably there. The surf crashes a few times not terribly far from them. Thor briefly wonders how deep the ocean goes -- if eventually he'll hit some arbitrary depth and then be able to go no further, just as he and Tony reached some arbitrary height before they were stopped before.

"I'm glad that we could meet here," he says. Thor would get into the specifics, but there were so many of them and none of them all that cheery when you thought about it. "With all those alternate realities out there, I'm not sure there'd ever be another where we'd end up together."