Tony followed. He still wanted to leave, take some time in his suit where things were familiar. That wasn't going to happen, at least not anytime soon.

He didn't know what was at the end. Maybe all of it came true, maybe none of it did. Maybe the reality of it was Tony came from an ever so slightly different universe and was mourning over nothing. All that he could languish over later.

He knelt before Thor's slumped form, gazing up at him silently.