You know, I can't tell if you're trying to pick a fight, [Tony observes,] or if that's just your li'l face.

[He'd bet that Thor had had a similar reaction a couple of years ago. Strange how things change. Swinging his boots forward, Iron Man starts powering back down toward the beach. A healthy distance from the Jotun, probably-- arguably, healthier than their dance had been.] Fact is, I know what I did. I've been trying to make up for it. You pointing out a bottomless debt isn't like... [he wiggles his metal hands, now that he no longer needs them to remain vertical and balance. and at the last three-foot distance, he lets himself drop onto the ground.] New information.

Hence the Sokovia Accords, Little Peter. The energy initiative. [He steps forward, his boots leaving prints in the sand. Inside his HUD, Fridayd is keeping an eye on the dragon so he doesn't have to.] And I can't pretend that alternating between... flippant and charitable endeavors is the best move. Laying off the mass-murder was nice of you, sure. Teetotalling, probably good for your liver.

[The glowy eye-slits settle on Loki's face.] But it might be something else to try. Being sorry.