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She left his room in silence after that.

Tony Stark sighed, and pulled a weary hand at his goatee. He made a move to sit on his bed, but quickly pushed himself away to begin pacing the length of his room in earnest.

I want you all to come live in the tower. Temporarily, of course.

He groaned and tugged hard at the end of his goatee - just what was he thinking? Inviting a bunch of random kids (from another dimension, no less!) to stay in his tower. Stupid Nick Fury and his stupid plan. Who cared about watching the dimensional hoppers, Tony just wanted to get them back home. Quickly.

(And while Stark did want to figure out what the heck was up with all of the thinly veiled...animosity(?) in the group, especially when it felt like some was indirectly shoved towards his Pepper, he figured that getting the team home to their respective home world before some influx of crazy events happened might, sadly, outweigh his own opinion for once.)

Of course, he wasn't an expert in dimension traveling (hopping?) like, say, Banner was with his gamma radiation, but that didn't mean he knew nothing about the subject. Everything Tony needed to know was condensed into multiverse theories (which, by the look of things, were proving themselves to be much more than complicated speculations) and the right technology. Shouldn't be too hard.

Tony raised a carefully trimmed eyebrow, "Jarvis, pull up everything we have on the Multiverse.."

"As you wish, sir."

Numerous holographic files appeared before him, and Stark didn't try to stop himself from cringing. While there was substantial notes and journal entries made by various sources, he honestly wasn't sure where to start. It was too much for him to sift through individually, especially if he wasn't exactly sure of what he was looking for. Tony sighed, "Awesome." he stated sarcastically. "Alright, thanks, Jarvis." Tony condensed the files with a few simple hand movements and shoved them off to the side of his chic bedroom where they dissolved into thin air.

If all else failed, he mused, maybe he could rig a crude portal - similar to the one used to transport the Chitauri from their mothership to Earth? Of course then there was the problem of finding the proper power source (and dimension); plus, he was certain that his Midgardian friend would never bring the tesseract back to his planet. Which was good, (great, even) because Stark didn't want it back. Not after it caused so much pain and suffering to, well, everyone (including himself). Looking into potential substitutes would be fruitless, he knew, because what could ever rival the cube's cosmic power?

Needless to say, he was sadly stumped.

"Might one of our new Tower guests be of some assistance?" The billionaire could almost feel the hidden message his a.i. was giving him: stop trying to do everything by yourself.

"Very subtle, Jarvis. But...hm. Maybe." he admitted to his a.i. system stubbornly. The thought of asking strange and unknown teens about tech (which was supposed to be his specialty, might he add) or even for advisement on a portal made him want to groan.

Stupid teens.

...Tony supposed he might have been a little too harsh in his pre-discussion judging. Maybe they didn't know anything about everything and he was just making a big deal out of nothing. "Make an announcement for our guests to meet me in the kitchen in," Tony glanced at his watch, "about twenty." While he was sure they probably already knew the Tower's layout by then (which wasn't fair at all), Tony wanted to be certain. "I'll move them to the conference hall or something after words. Should be easier that way."

Tony walked back over to his Multiverse notes and sent them away. He - and only him, voice and subtle facial recognition helped on that end - could conjure them up in any room he pleased, so it was useless to load them onto a tablet or any other smart-device. They were usually a hindrance to him anyways.

"I'll be sure they get the message, sir."

Wonderful.