Tony was only just beginning to get his bearings of the utterly alien and downright hellish landscape when the welcome wagon begin sounding. For a split second, Tony could have sworn the man (wizard?) was speaking directly to him until—

Thanos.

Tony’s blood ran cold, and he reflexively covered his body in his armor. Standing just meters away and faced parallel to them was him. There was no mistaking it. He looked every ounce the monster that had been haunting his dreams. He kept his body between Peter and the threat—for all the good it did.