Anthony Edward Stark

"Yeah, about that-- My head is my best feature, inside and out. I really think it belongs on my body. If he looks like he might rip something, try to direct him towards some priceless art work instead," Tony said, smirking and good natured before he turned the corner and headed back up the hall.

He felt oddly relieved by all of this, though his mind was a buzz with the precautionary measures they'd have to take to contain Alessa and Extremis. The tattoo artist, his personal love life and all the rest were a whole lot easier than Extremis and Hulk proofing a personal island.

He'd seen footage of the Hulk jumping. He knew how Alessa worked, at least in part, too.

It was going to be bad before there was any possibility of good, that was for sure.

"J-- Send Banner to the kitchen. I have a proposition for him."