Pushing himself up on one elbow, Tony smirked at the door. "You don't have to knock," he said for what felt like the fiftieth time and tried to sit without wincing. The bruise was bad and deep but JARVIS had scanned him and confirmed that it didn't go as far as his bone. He'd be fine with a few days of rest and alternating ice and heat.

He had an ice pack on it now and since hanging up with Steve, he'd gone back to sketching out engines and prototype suits in his head. Bruce was a welcome distraction.

"Big, loud and crushy's gone?" He didn't need to ask, JARVIS told him when the Thunderer left. "And you put Alessa to bed." Or otherwise, the girl would have followed Bruce here to ask her impossible questions while she stared at them from the bottom of the bed. "Rogers will be here tomorrow morning. He's assembling the Avengers."