That finally got Tony to breathe an easy laugh, rolling his eyes thoughtfully like he was trying his best to come around to this assessment, but couldn't really agree. It wasn't the first time someone had told him his planet was the armpit of the galaxy, but they didn't respect the potential. He was willing to consider, "Maybe its the odds," eyebrows raised at his drinking companion, who must have known the risk being taken when snatching randomly from Earth if the first story he had to tell was a demon clown murder. "Just as likely to get fucking Mysterio as you are Captain America if you stick your hand in New York. From here, what, we've got...serious guy with magic empathy powers, a serious guy with magic empathy powers, and also, a really serious guy with magic empathy powers."

It wasn't a hypothesis that Tony was very committed to, despite the evidence he had to present. Of the people he met on Coruscant, most of them were the same kind of asshole he'd encounter on Earth, just with extra limbs or a trail of slime following after them.