Of course that was what he was saying, and by that reaction, Tony really could not tell if Eddie was under the impression that swords were also a figment of some game designer's imagination. At least they were finally rescued from staring wildly at each other because Eddie's version of Dungeons & Dragons apparently relied entirely on one man inventing an entire universe and everyone else accepting it so implicitly that they could somehow talk with confidence about Inhuman politics off the cuff. Tony couldn't do that, and he had looked Black Bolt in the eye.

He shook all of that off to finally draw up out of his slouch against his seat, leaning forward onto the table with his fingers laced under his chin and expression that really didn't need him to say out loud, "What are you going to do about it?" No one had been able to effectively defend Tolkien's long winded navel gazing to Tony yet, not even Steve; he didn't expect this kid to turn the tide.