Lunch had lasted an hour, any actual eating spread out in intervals between explaining the plan to Thor. Naomi and the two Avengers all agreed that it was best to begin work as early as possible, so Thor's second lecture of the day had been combined with lunch. Naomi felt a twinge of pity for him, the man was used to flying around and battling, and yet had spent the majority of his day sitting and listening. Of course, the pair of them had another long bout of sitting ahead of them, something Thor was not looking forward to.

"Why can't I use my hammer?" The God questioned for the third time, more annoyed than actually confused. Tony, who stood across from him in the facility parking garage, was more than done with Thor's antics.

"Because this is a two passenger trip, and I don't trust Hepburn not to pass out from the blood rush to her face." Tony smirked wryly, the last part directed to Naomi, who stood between them, now blushing for the thousandth time since Thor arrived. She had been correct in her assumption that Tony would tease her for getting flustered around the man, but it wasn't as though she could help it. He looks like a pirate had a baby with an angel, Naomi thought to herself coyly, the quote from Drax cooling her hot cheeks.

"Swanson would be perfectly fine, I have flown with a passenger before." Thor retorted, though the look on his face clearly said that he hadn't. Neither Tony or Naomi bought it, and though she would have loved to be able to say she had flown with Thor, actually doing it would be terrifying. She was all too aware of her own mortality among the superheroes, and didn't much feel like doing anything to endanger it.

Huffing as the two men continued their mini pissing contest, Naomi moved to the car Tony had selected for them. She and Thor were about to set off to retrieve Odin before they could travel to Asgard, as a part of stopping Ragnarok. It was a small piece of the master plan, but it would aid if the Asgardian army was alive to help fight Thanos, and it would help Thor's mental state to have his friends remain alive and well. Sipping on her latest cup of hot coffee, Naomi gazed at the Tony's car in a state of confusion and awe. It was built less for aesthetic purpose and more for protection, something unusual for the Stark. Raising an eyebrow, Naomi supposed the Hulkbuster armor hadn't been all too aesthetically pleasing, so it wasn't totally out of the ordinary. The automobile was clearly the most bulked out of the dozens of cars in the garage- shiny and new, but still bulky. The windows were tinted with thick glass, and the armor on the car- for that was all she could think to call it, reminded her of the Iron man suits.

Shrugging to herself slightly, Naomi dumped her small bag in the open trunk, downing the last traces of caffeine in her cup. Her bag only contained the bare necessities, general hygiene products and a spare SHIELD uniform. Of course, the most important part of Naomi's luggage was currently on her person- her sunglasses. Her phone of course, too, the object that held immense knowledge of this dimension and its occupants, including the literal future. Somehow, Tony had found the time to replace Naomi's phone case with a Stark-approved one, bullet-proof with facial scanning ID to enter the phone. It was a bit over-the-top, but with the information it contained, she understood.

Leaning against the supercar, Naomi peered through her shades at the two Avengers, who appeared to be wrapping up their argument. Naomi knew Thor hadn't been overly concerned about not flying, just annoyed that he had to sit still for another hour. As the men made their way to her, she checked her phone to find that it was just past one. It was strange to see that it was so early when so much had already happened. Hell, if the schedule held, Naomi would be in Asgard by nightfall. She exhaled dramatically at the realization, stowing her phone away in the SHEILD belt.

"The car is programmed with the route, so FRIDAY will drive you there." Tony nodded to her, his usual sarcasm disappeared. Thor seemed unconcerned as he moved past Naomi to inspect the car, which consisted of staring at it passive-aggressively, since it was supposed to replace his beloved hammer.

"Why so serious?" Naomi asked, not bothering with the Joker voice- Tony would understand the reference without it. Instead, her tone was more wry in an attempt to raise his spirits. He scoffed at her lame humor, but it did put a small smile on his face, so she achieved her goal.

"I'll continue contacting everyone on Earth, so go run around space and get your ass back, alright." Tony raised an eyebrow at her, crossing his arms while keeping the light smirk.

"You'll be lost without a prophet, I'll stop by if my schedule allows." Naomi sassed, examining her nails in a false aura of fame and self-importance. The act earned a chuckle from Tony, an upgrade on the laughing scale- though Naomi doubted she could get much more out of the man. She too was feeling the melancholy in the air. Naomi was disappointed to leave her surprising new friend to hop around space for a while. In just a few days, the pair had grown oddly close, joking around easily and naturally. She supposed it was because their sense of humor was very alike, as was their love of movie references. Of course, a few of their moments had been spent in seriousness and conversation on a deeper level, though not enough to form a bond akin to family. She didn't know how Tony felt, but the woman was secretly apprehensive about defining her friendship with him, afraid the wonder of his superhero status clouded her perception of their relationship.

"If it weren't for my residential prophet, I might not have been here in a month." He said, his eyes conveying what his words lacked. Tony was weary, especially in the face of another war, but he still found the time to be thankful to Naomi for her warning of the danger. The dubbed 'prophet's' heart swelled, ecstatic to receive a form of thanks and acknowledgement from him. In truth, Naomi didn't feel that she did all that much. She simply shared what she knew, the real heroes would be the ones fighting to save themselves.

However as happy as she was to receive praise, shrouded as it was, Naomi was suddenly weighed back down. Tony claimed that the war might have taken him in its death toll, but she knew it to be false. Naomi was careful to keep her face neutral as the scene forced it's way into her mind once again, the words ringing in her ears.

Please, I don't wanna go...

Naomi smiled at Tony instead, hiding the truth he didn't wish to hear. Tony would survive the war, in the place of another he no doubt would have died for.

"I would tell you to call, but reception is pretty bad in space." She shrugged, smiling as the last few minuted of their goodbye ran out.

"I'll just scream on the roof, so keep an ear out." Tony retorted, dispersing the tension in the air. "Time to go," he sighed. He backed up a few paces, behind her Naomi could hear Thor load himself into the car with a grunt.Lingering for a moment, Naomi fingered the empty coffee cup in her hand, before getting an idea.

"Think fast, Tin Man." She called out, tossing the cup at Tony before he could react. He caught it easily once again, earning a pout from Naomi as she moved to her door. Getting into the car, she caught Tony's version of a goodbye, reminiscent from their game of catch two days prior.

"Heads up Hepburn."