No one understood him. It didn't really matter. Tony had a habit of going on about things no one else understood.

Bruce kept stroking Alessa's bare head. She was soft as a newborn. Looking down at her, she was hardly recognizable as the body he had to butcher in Silent Hill.

"How do you feel?"

"I'm fine." Alessa's outline was still indistinct with every touch. "When do I get Extremis?"

"We should give you a minute. It's not going to be very pleasant."