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Tony stared at the crowd of supplicants gathered in the courtyard at Kamar-Taj. There was fur. There were extra limbs. And eyes. There were beings who flickered in and out of visibility. There were tentacles. He resisted the urge to duck behind Stephen.
“They want what?” he asked Wong faintly.
“Your seed,” Wong said, deadpan.
“As in–”
“Semen, yes.”
“Why?”
Wong sighed. “Apparently yours is an impressive bloodline. Defeated Thanos, brilliant mind, etcetera.”
“You’re getting a vasectomy. That’s final,” Stephen hissed, glaring at the multitude.
“No problem,” Tony whispered back. “But you have to get me out of here first.”