"On the ship he said he wouldn't hesitate to let me or Peter die to protect the stone, which- good. Moral compass. Those are important." It's what he would've wanted, what he had wanted in the moment, blade in his gut, content he'd done all he could, that the stone was going to be safe. "...He'd looked ahead. Fourteen million possible futures, one where we win."

We're in the endgame now. So calm. So certain. More than Tony ever felt he could be.

"Pointbreak? You said he was...I'm glad to know he's alive." Differences they might've had, but. It worked out, however it was. They saw things in different flavors of futurism, one from long experience, one from agonized knowledge of what had to be coming down the line. "...We didn't. We were pressed for time, even with Jarvis, and we didn't even get to finish the way we'd planned. It's a miracle Vision turned out as well as he did."

Because Wanda decided all he was capable of was destruction. Because Rogers trusted her so damn easily after how long she'd spent playing with their minds.

How could he ever have thought Rogers trusted him after that? He'd been shaken, a little. Resolute. Grieving Jarvis, grieving Bruce. "It's...a relief. Knowing she's around. That Peter will be when we fix this. New crop of teen geniuses."

It wasn't all on them, not anymore.