Anthony Edward Stark

Gryf's brows came together at the seatbelt and she tugged at it before shrugging. Same as on take off, she guessed? About that point she realized the side mirror and was trying to look at it to fix her makeup which looked terrible. But then Tony dropped those words and she sucked in a breath. She really had gone back in time. She was over fifteen hundred years in the past. On Earth.

"How?" Just a very confused whisper. "How did you do it, Tony? We had the TARDIS and Vortex Manipulators and we couldn't figure out how to manage it."