Tony was fairly certain Omega wasn't anywhere near what she was supposed to be at this point, so he cocked his head, eyes narrowed, not really accepting that as an argument. "I wasn't supposed to be a superhero," he retorted, bracing his helmet in both hands in front of him. Arguably, he wasn't a very good one, that much had been made very clear to him, but he had still forced his way into the role, and only split his time doing what he was supposed to. Surely, clones could be terrible superheroes, too, if they really wanted to.

That was, admittedly, a little more difficult for a group of people who were recognized as 'property', and Tony pursed his lips, shifting to hug his helmet with an apologetic furrow of his brow. Mostly because he pressed again, more softly this time, "Should there be more?" It was sounding like Omega didn't think they would have a good life either way.