The unnatural clash of disparate dimensions, the sheer possibility of the different ways the universe had iterated on itself and developed and continued to expand only to be forced into confrontation in this one, isolated city on an abandoned planet, was fantastic. Every being that arrived brought with them a whole new dimension for Tony to touch, and he could only imagine a single instance that this would be terrible:

If that new being was Tony Stark.

His arrival wasn't subtle, a roar of jets echoing through the abandoned buildings as he came arching overhead and pitched down dramatically into the square like he might crash directly into the ground, only to throw up a dazzling swirl of glitter that continued to dance in the blast of his repulsors as he hovered just overhead, both palms aimed at the other Iron Man with an unmistakable, warning whine. He didn't know this suit that had appeared by the fountain, but it was definitely his, or too close for comfort; a convincing replica wouldn't be terribly reassuring. That was an easy step away from his technology in someone else's hands.

"I'm already the best looking guy in town. You're going to have to move along," Iron Man instructed, projected in a modulated, robotic over the constant noise of the suit.