Tony can see it. The very moment that Wanda realizes the stakes. Realizes what's been different about Tony Stark lately, what brought him up to her doorstep and kept him there through the conversation.

His expression grows pained. He looks away for a moment, regretting that he'd told her at all. It felt like a black cloud, spreading from person to person every time the knowledge got passed on to another soul. A curse.

"The mind stone, with Vision, the thing that gave you your abilities. Time, with Strange. The Tesseract was space. Power. Reality. Soul. He's got all of them."

He pressed his lips together, before smiling in a way that didn't come from happiness.

"What do we do? Don't waste your time. Hug your brother. Go to a synagogue."