While Thor entertained the back-and-forth, Tony could feel his own eyes on the back of his head. He buried his face in his hands, murmuring a series of cool but denial-filled 'no's' under his breath. 'Kringle Christ, please. I didn't ask for this. Wasn't the ghost of despair's future enough?'

Blessedly, the younger image of himself disappeared from behind him, though he re-appeared in the mirror adjacent to the cocky Thor's. "Oh, you two were supposed to be the same person. Lost the drapes, gained the eyebrows."