Tony wasn't a coward but the last time he had been in this particular place and heard that sound, he was playing chess with the dead girl and trying not to be killed in his cell while Banner dealt with his past all alone in the courthouse. His mouth was dry and the grating sound caused him to take a step closer to Banner. Sweat was already beading down everyone's faces but Steve, who looked... Strange.

Not wholly there, perhaps. Tony was going to have to ask about that later but right now, he didn't care.

Even the reverse world of the mirror and Alessa's personal hell wasn't enough to keep Clint's tongue inside of his mouth and he waggled it about the sauna and about how he really did prefer this decor to Tony's usual style.

"Very Apocalyptic. It suits me." And of course it did. Life in the circus with a mentor like his had not gone without pressing indelible marks in the archer.