"Awesome until someone wants to go all Temple of Doom on you or turn New York into a high-powered-space-laser tag arena," Tony says dryly. Supervillains are terrible, Yato. You don't want supervillains.

"Eight million?" Wow... He was thinking, like, a few hundred at most. Okay.

Still, he shrugs, taking the information in stride. "I think you guys just have different ideas about what makes a god," he says, which is... a surprisingly nuanced take on the situation, for Tony.

He's come to recognize that there are plenty of things that don't mesh easily with how he conceptualizes the metaphysics of the universe, and sometimes he just has to take that for what it is and move on. Stranger things in heaven and earth, Horace, or however that stupid quote goes.