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(Would you stay up in Norristown?)

“He’s the kid we should have had,” Tony said with a strange mixture of sincerity and tongue-in-cheek mocking that was more typical for him. “Or we should have kept trying for after Ultron turned out to be more deranged then friendly. You’d like him. He’d probably fall head over feet – or off of a building – to get the change to say hello to you. He’s got a typical sob story. Parents are dead, he lives with his aunt in this tiny apartment in Queens, he fights crime after school. He gets into a lot of trouble but he’s a good kid on the whole.” And that was probably nicer than Tony tended to talk about anyone. Ever. “Thought he’d join us, but probably he should wait until he’s at least legal. That’s all I need on my record.”

His glass was empty before he finished talking, somehow. He probably just figured out a way to absorb it through the glass without drinking it. That was the kind of person Tony Stark was.

“How’re those pizzas coming along, FRIDAY?”

“The driver is ten minutes away and attempting to beat the last record. I have already informed her to slow down, tip does not depend on speed.” The AI’s voice and accent were pleasant, just as pleasant as JARVIS’ had been, maybe more so. She took about as much guff from Tony as he did.

“You’re no fun. Want to come with me to pick it up? It’s a walk to the main gate,” Tony asked Bruce, hands in his pockets. He wasn’t stalling, he was just making sure heh ad as much time as he could with him before he was off again.