Anthony Edward Stark

"Mmmhmm. The last thing we need it to try dealing with a cranky little girl without enough sleep."

Hopefully, Tony would get some sleep too. Bruce fretted about how little he rested, but to be fair, Bruce tended to fret about a lot of things.

He fell into a fitful sleep. Nightmares were frequent. It was nice to be able to wake up in someone's arms, though.

By the time he woke up and it was just barely daytime, a familiar projection was crouched at the foot of their bed, staring at them both with a neutral expression. "We should explore before we leave," was the first thing out of Alessa's mouth.

No one understood knocking anymore.