Thor nodded to Wong with a smile. He found it amusing that despite telling the Captain that he didn't have a phone, and therefore the Captain must call Stark, that the Captain had called him back. He had done it on purpose and while many people believed Thor to be as thick as his blond and blond can be hair might dictate him to be, he was really quite sharp sometimes. He had led the captain to believe that he didn't have a phone so that he was forced to call Stark himself, thus initiating a conversation that both men had been avoiding for what seemed to be ages. Thor's experience with his brother had long ago taught him that no matter how deep it seemed wounds between brothers might be, they always dissipated in the face of necessity and shared purpose. He saw the Captain and Stark much like brothers which only stood to reason that they, too, woulds set aside their strange, ambiguous rift in the dark times that faced them. Certainly he wished the circumstances weren't so dire, but when he saw the Captain go through that portal and then come back with the call saying, "We're ready.", he could only imagine the chasm had been closed, if only for the moment.<br/><br/>While Thor mused, pleased with the outcome, pleased with the fact that he would have Captain America and the Iron Man at his back when they entered the Mirror dimension to retrieve Strange delighted him. The four of them couldn't possibly fail! They would find the others. They would find Loki. Everyone would be together and together they would defeat Thanos and return everyone to the realm they had vanished from. "Wong's waving his hands and such. You should see the evidence of his sorcery soon, Captain."<br/><br/>When the circle of fiery sparks erupted alive and spinning in his room, Tony glanced to Steve while tugging hem of the hoodie he wore resolutely, "Well, here we go, off to save the day, Cap. You coming along?" Tony smirked as he walked through the portal, his nerve  and courage propped up by stubborn will alone. On the other side he was greeted by Wong and Thor and continued to pass through until he was well on the other side. As he passed Wong, he shrugged apologetically, "Sorry, Wong. Wedding's been canceled."<br/><br/>______________________<br/><br/>Quill just looked desperately at Peter and he sounded back all the logical things that should have made him feel better. They were all things that made sense, however, much like punching Thanos in the face right at the time they almost had him beaten was stupid when it made sense not to, things that made sense weren't helping him much to stop emotionally punching himself repeated for things that had been 'meant to be'. How could Gamora dying be 'meant to be'? How could<i>anyone</i>he loved dying be 'meant to be'. He was becoming overwhelmed with the intense emotion of all the loss he'd endured; his mother, his father, his daddy, his friends, his girl, and his Walkman. Everything was gone and all he could do was just stand there staring at Peter with a big ole fat sad sack face.<br/><br/>No kind of making sense could make any of it stop feeling like a big cosmic smack in the face...again. But then his little name buddy hugged him. Contact. He didn't realize just how much it meant to him or how much he needed that hug until he was in, tight and snug, with all of Peter's pure empathy and sentiment in. Quill suddenly did the same, threw his arms around his recent best friend and just hugged him..then sniffled...then just metaphorically threw all his fucks out the window and broke down into sobbing. He could be embarrassed about it later, and he would be, because being a big, fat crybaby just wasn't cool.