"Time for what?" He thinks he has a pretty good idea, but he's not okay that this being that. He didn't die. Not even when sometimes he wished it had been him instead of Ben or Tony. Not when someone threw a building on top of him, tried to snap him out of existence or hit him full force with a speeding train. If he had died, he would've remembered it. He would know it.

He follows her gaze to her wrist and then realizes belatedly that he also has one of the devices embedded in his arm. He's definitely not okay with that but when he looks back up at her he spots the bleeding wound in her back. "Oh my god, you're bleeding," he says, moving towards her and picking up an unused napkin on the table on the way much more quickly that he has any right to. "What happened?"