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After the Fun House debacle that left Tony Stark thankful that extra-dimensional dimensional lawsuits didn't carry, he was in no hurry to return. However, the thought of missing out on the scant bit of novelty as well as seeing the kids at play was a powerful motivator and so back he was.
The thrum of the sugar pop and the passing cries of those on the alpine echoed in the background where Tony lingered by the gated borders, idly thumbing the face of a foot-long alien-shaped cup filled to the brim with lemonade. God, the sugar. Why did he grab this thing again? Oh, right, sugar therapy. He had promised himself he would only meditate on the homesickly stirring for 10 minutes at most before he regrouped.
The thrum of the sugar pop and the passing cries of those on the alpine echoed in the background where Tony lingered by the gated borders, idly thumbing the face of a foot-long alien-shaped cup filled to the brim with lemonade. God, the sugar. Why did he grab this thing again? Oh, right, sugar therapy. He had promised himself he would only meditate on the homesickly stirring for 10 minutes at most before he regrouped.
