"I'll hold you to that," a terrible sassy little joke to lighten the load before whatever happens happens. He's seen this thing more than a dozen times by now. Perhaps been itching to get inside it just to deconstruct it and figure it out. Wouldn't it be something amazing to figure it out as a mode of deep space exploration? And he's read Dr. Foster's papers on it, her Einstein-Rosen Bridge work. All connecting. But to be inside of it isn't really an experience Tony can quantify. Until he's there.
Until the air shifts around them and he feels himself being pulled in a way he's not immediately expecting. And. Sure. It's a little bit like flight. A strange sensation that he could free-fall at any moment with weightlessness, but at the same time very much feeling like something's got hold of him. If alien abductions are to be believed, it's probably something like this. The lights surrounding them are extraordinarily bright, something he blinks back a few times before surrendering to the experience as a whole.
What little glimpses he gets of space itself moving around them he holds onto, in a way that he might not have before. After Loki rained down war on the Earth, although just New York City at the time, and the wormhole Tony went through, are all experiences he isn't really looking to relive. This is close, but at the same time it's not. In small bits and pieces, being quite the traveler, and no less a true factual alien, Thor has mitigated some of Tony's deepest fears about what lay beyond the furthest reaches. All that could be out there, all that still is. At the very least not all of it bad.
So while he once otherwise closed his eyes to the blinding light as he free-fell back to earth on an unguaranteed return trip, now he looks. Finds himself absorbed in the great vastness of it all. The sensation of momentum is familiar and yet not quite so at the same time. Only slightly disorienting, but as a regular self-piloted user of flight, it's nothing he can't handle. Except for the slightly abrupt end. Maybe he should have asked for transit time, if that's even something he'd be able to measure.
Tony's not off-balance but he feels slightly- something. Maybe it's just overwhelmed. When that all encompassing color gives way to- well. Where they were headed, he guesses. He's not unsteady, but he holds on to Thor just a little tighter and for his own sense of regaining momentum takes a few pointed steps once it's very clear they're done traveling.
Lightyears away, he has to remind himself. So far away it's almost unfathomable, and they did it in a manner of seconds. It's got his brain going, same time as Thor asks him if he's got some data and oh boy does he. Far more important than asking how he is- and he'll come back around to that- but for a few moments he's electric with technobabble, even if no one cares to listen, which has never stopped him from talking endlessly before. Data, readings, comparison notes FRIDAY is already compiling for him-
Eventually realizing maybe he needs to cool it and winding down right at the end with, "Yes- a lot of recording happened." Grinning endlessly. And, finally, he stops being rude and raises a hand to, who he guesses must be Heimdall. "Hi. You run this thing? Maybe one day I'll be able to let you retire." Wouldn't it be utterly amazing if he could figure it all out and give them personal semi-instantaneous space travel? It's going to keep him awake for months. "Retire, by the way. I'm not after your job." Kidding around with the big important man holding a very big important sword who is also probably very important to Thor, for all he's heard about him.
But he does wheel back around to Thor with what must be residual starlight still shining in his eyes. "Getting data on the way back'll be important, too. Seriously. Maybe you should've saved this for our first fight. It's a fantastic present." Mostly kidding. But it truly would have been a good makeup gift, if there ever was one needed. Thor's never disappointed in that department, though. This just one more experience in a long line that Thor has brought to him. He'd never really be able to state the depth of his gratitude.
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Until the air shifts around them and he feels himself being pulled in a way he's not immediately expecting. And. Sure. It's a little bit like flight. A strange sensation that he could free-fall at any moment with weightlessness, but at the same time very much feeling like something's got hold of him. If alien abductions are to be believed, it's probably something like this. The lights surrounding them are extraordinarily bright, something he blinks back a few times before surrendering to the experience as a whole.
What little glimpses he gets of space itself moving around them he holds onto, in a way that he might not have before. After Loki rained down war on the Earth, although just New York City at the time, and the wormhole Tony went through, are all experiences he isn't really looking to relive. This is close, but at the same time it's not. In small bits and pieces, being quite the traveler, and no less a true factual alien, Thor has mitigated some of Tony's deepest fears about what lay beyond the furthest reaches. All that could be out there, all that still is. At the very least not all of it bad.
So while he once otherwise closed his eyes to the blinding light as he free-fell back to earth on an unguaranteed return trip, now he looks. Finds himself absorbed in the great vastness of it all. The sensation of momentum is familiar and yet not quite so at the same time. Only slightly disorienting, but as a regular self-piloted user of flight, it's nothing he can't handle. Except for the slightly abrupt end. Maybe he should have asked for transit time, if that's even something he'd be able to measure.
Tony's not off-balance but he feels slightly- something. Maybe it's just overwhelmed. When that all encompassing color gives way to- well. Where they were headed, he guesses. He's not unsteady, but he holds on to Thor just a little tighter and for his own sense of regaining momentum takes a few pointed steps once it's very clear they're done traveling.
Lightyears away, he has to remind himself. So far away it's almost unfathomable, and they did it in a manner of seconds. It's got his brain going, same time as Thor asks him if he's got some data and oh boy does he. Far more important than asking how he is- and he'll come back around to that- but for a few moments he's electric with technobabble, even if no one cares to listen, which has never stopped him from talking endlessly before. Data, readings, comparison notes FRIDAY is already compiling for him-
Eventually realizing maybe he needs to cool it and winding down right at the end with, "Yes- a lot of recording happened." Grinning endlessly. And, finally, he stops being rude and raises a hand to, who he guesses must be Heimdall. "Hi. You run this thing? Maybe one day I'll be able to let you retire." Wouldn't it be utterly amazing if he could figure it all out and give them personal semi-instantaneous space travel? It's going to keep him awake for months. "Retire, by the way. I'm not after your job." Kidding around with the big important man holding a very big important sword who is also probably very important to Thor, for all he's heard about him.
But he does wheel back around to Thor with what must be residual starlight still shining in his eyes. "Getting data on the way back'll be important, too. Seriously. Maybe you should've saved this for our first fight. It's a fantastic present." Mostly kidding. But it truly would have been a good makeup gift, if there ever was one needed. Thor's never disappointed in that department, though. This just one more experience in a long line that Thor has brought to him. He'd never really be able to state the depth of his gratitude.