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There are few things in this world Tony Stark deems impossible. Magic, for example, is one of these things. It doesn’t matter what Clint Barton deems as proof, there is no such thing as magic. Simply science yet to be understood.
Time travel is not on the list of impossibilities, despite what he has voiced. He accepts that it is possible. Tony just doesn’t think there are the resources to achieve stable transverse through a relative measurement made by man to understand the movement and progression of matter.
This opinion is slightly wavered upon the accidental appearance of Howard Stark, Maria Stark, Margaret “Peggy” Carter, and the Howling Commandos. From 1984.
However, this was done completely on accident and therefore not entire stable. Though now it seems more likely than before that stable manipulation of time is achievable within the decade. Preferably sooner than in ten years, though. Tony may have had questions and things he wanted to say to his father, but he certainly didn’t need the risk that having a past Howard, and others, discovering things in the future that they really should not know. At least not now.
Tony still isn’t even entirely sure how the group were brought to the future – their future? No, no, that wouldn’t work considering only one person in the group is still alive. Just the future then. The billionaire had been tinkering with an Arc Reactor from one of his suits that was not going to be seeing the light of day for a while, considering the damage inflicted on it. He may have been testing the possibility of allowing more energy to be stored in the arc reactor. Which, now that Tony thinks about it, he should probably not have attempted such a feat with the same device that has, as of yet, not been able to hold more energy than what was already stored in the small piece of tech.
One moment things were going swimmingly. Sort of. Now, there are nine people, who should not even be in New York, standing dumbfounded in Tony Stark's lab. Tony, the ever eloquent linguistic, had just the right words for this situation. “Well, shit.”