[ Guilt's been a strange bedfellow, these last few years. It's been a companion to Tony since Iraq, and maybe even before – always there, howling, ready to grab him by the throat the second he faltered, to drag him into the dark.
It was something you ran from, and Tony did. He fought, he built, he protected – to give back. To find something, anything to fill the chasm – feed the monster. So it wouldn't devour him whole.
But it's been different, since the Snap. Since Morgan. The monster's there, but it's – chained. Quiet. He can look it in the eye.
Which is why he's able to see it, in Wanda's words. The shape of a monster. ]
> You're right. He was the best of us, which is > which is why you know he would never call himself "better" than billions of lives, he > cared too much about them. > Assigned each one of them too much value.
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It was something you ran from, and Tony did. He fought, he built, he protected – to give back. To find something, anything to fill the chasm – feed the monster. So it wouldn't devour him whole.
But it's been different, since the Snap. Since Morgan. The monster's there, but it's – chained. Quiet. He can look it in the eye.
Which is why he's able to see it, in Wanda's words. The shape of a monster. ]
> You're right. He was the best of us, which is
> which is why you know he would never call himself "better" than billions of lives, he
> cared too much about them.
> Assigned each one of them too much value.
[ Then it clocks, like a punch. ]
> Parent?