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[ Hundred-zero, turns out. Tony blames all the work at Rio for the fact that he isn't as exhausted by trudging through rubble as he, by all rights, should be.

That, and the fact that Peter's snoring a couple cots over.

He refocuses on the glimmering text projecting onto the barracks ceiling above him. ]

> Yeah.
> You
> realize I'm the one on babysitting duty, right?

[assembles]

[ Sifting through all that rubble is an exhausting task, and while Steve did his best to unearth as many survivors (and corpses) as he could before leaving, there was still plenty of work to be done.

Sam, Tony, and Peter are all still there. It's as under control as it can be. But he still has to check in. ]

Yeah, and how that's been going? I know Peter's been through plenty, but it's still a lot for a kid.

[ Each and every death weighs heavy. He knows. Tony knows. ]

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> You've never tried to talk him out of anything, have you?
> It's fine, I've got
> experience trying to reason with a brick wall.

[ It's a lackluster barb, more out of habit than any kind of real animosity. The glowing lines of Monotype text continue– ]

> Couple survivors, a lot more dead.
> Whatever this queen is up to, she definitely didn't have her fireballs set to stun.

[assembles]

[ Actually, Steve has tried to talk Peter out of something, but he isn't going to make that point now. Tony's already touching on it, because of course he is.

Better to focus on the here and now. ]

More than that, she chose to attack Libertas, probably because she knew that it wouldn't be as well defended as Cadens.

At least Solvunn's willing to share some of their supplies. We were running low even before I left.