Tyler just nodded and went up to the cockpit, only half hearing Tony when he was told not to touch anything. JARVIS wouldn't let them crash but he didn't really need some poor young kid messing with the panel anyway. He had everything set up exactly the way he liked it, okay? Tony joined his little family around Alessa's body, the large back tattoo covered in gels and plastics to promote healing for an hour or so. They'd have to keep it clean.

"I kinda like it," Tony said, leaning on Bruce for just a moment before he let the quinjet's hull cradle him. He even drew up a knee, looking comfortable despite what they had done and what they were about to do. "But thanks. I don't have a good shaped head to go bald anyway. I'd have to shave off all of my facial hair too because I don't one to be one of those guys. You know, bald and a goatee? They're not fooling anyone. We all know they Bic it because otherwise they have a Picard helmet."

It didn't matter if no one understood him. Tony just liked to talk.