That was enough of the imagery for Tony to give an impressed whistle, running his own calculations on what he would do to handle an inner-black hole. Apparently, ignore it. He started to laugh, a humourless sound that at least got him to roll over and tread water instead of let the current take him where he floated, before he swallowed any salt. "Hey, you did it, you stopped it," Tony had to conclude from the details Raphael had provided. "What's the problem? Besides missing the after party. You know what, they're never that good anyway, you're all sore, you're having flashbacks of that bomb going off in your face every time someone drops something, you lucked out there."