Tony was a firm believer in Murphy's Law. If it can fuck up, it will. But he just reminded himself he was a genius and he could figure it out when it happened. Wrong or right, he was just trying to focus on the moment so he didn't have a breakdown about being in the middle of a world with no wi-fi. Keeping busy was his best bet.

So when Steve asked that question while he was sorting through tools, he glanced up and shook his head. "I think I've got it all for now." Pausing a moment he looked to the door that led into the living area. "Do they even sell beds or furniture? Because we should look into that... I don't know about you, but I can't get excited about sleeping on dirt all the time. Not that I can't..." But he wasn't getting any younger... sadly.