Usually, Steve made a decent sentinel. He was used to rooting in place and not moving for hours on end if need be if a mission called for it, but right now, in the middle of Tony's bedroom, he was restless. He walked a small circuit, back and jaw betraying a faint line of tension. He was a well-trained hound at the end of its tether, where even optimal training couldn't wrestle down the unbridled stress milling around in his chest. He might not 'fly off the handle' like many of the others, but that didn't mean he was immune.<br/><br/>"The status of the others is unknown for the moment." It was easier to 'report' than speculate right now. If he dared let himself dive into the indulgence that Bucky could be alive as well-, he doubted he could focus. Everyone knew his pressure point by now, and Steve didn't want to do anything rash. He'd learned a few lessons along the way, even if every fiber of his being was screaming the opposite.  "But...if Strange is alive, it stands to reasons others could be as well." He had nothing but Wong's speculations to base that on, but he wasn't giving up that little bit of optimism. Steve wasn't himself if he didn't have hope in<i>something, </i>as minute as it was.<br/><br/>A small, tenuous smile cracked Steve's lips seeing a little bit of the Tony he knew pep up to the task at hand. "I figure time is of the essence, right?" He flicked out his phone, peering at it a moment before he gave up and just called Thor instead. He knew how to use the speed dial at this point, but Natasha was always the one to program them in. Nat wanted him to upgrade, but he didn't see the point. He had no desire to text, and everyone he knew had a laptop so sending emails was easy enough. He would rather read, draw, or get some exercise over 'surfing the net'. Maybe it was just another glaring reminder of hos displaced he was, but he felt like he'd adapted well enough. He knew how to use the technology he needed to, and extras were pointless. He'd never needed much.<br/><br/>"We're ready." He said as soon as the line picked up. Thor was another displacement that had to adapt a bit to earth's current technology, and Steve (if he was a betting man) would put money on him being at ease with the phone more than Thor. It was something.<br/><br/>--------------<br/><br/>Peter watched as his name buddy stepped away from his horse and walked closer. His head tilted with PeterQ's approach, a small frown curling his lips at the forlorn cast to the man's face. "Hey come on..You said it yourself, Doc said it had to happen this way! They can't be made when it was- I dunno, destiny or something!" He insisted.<br/><br/>With a soft grunt, he dislodged his legs from the loft and flipped down to the ground to land neatly, barely making a sound on his descent. "And your friends could still be there. Not everyone got--...you know." He gestured around them weakly, "I'm...I'm sorry about your girlfriend though." It was awkward, if only because PeterP never really knew how to handle grief. He'd experienced a lot of loss in his short timespan already, but it never got any easier. "But...If it means anything, I don't think you fucked anything up. I...I probably would have lost it too." He admitted sheepishly. Not many attributed extreme emotions to the teenager, but if he imagined someone hurting Aunt May, or even Tony that way? He would have lost control too. It made him sick to his stomach to even think about it.<br/><br/>PeterP stepped forward, wrapping his slender arms around PeterQ with a strength surprising for his still-growing frame thanks to his powers.