Anthony Edward Stark

“You’re back to small talk. But yeah. It is quiet out here. It’s weird.” Tony slipped his hands casually into his pockets as they neared the glass front building that held all of the stuff he managed to glean from Banner’s old apartment and all of the big out bags he found along the way while searching him.

The guy was a genius, and so he had behaved like one. There were contingencies everywhere. But never a Bruce to go with those contingencies.

He had Bruce use his fingerprints to open the door, even if he could have done it himself, and then led the way inside. The Legion, a cuter and squatter version than the bots Bruce remembered, were hard at work cleaning. “The whole building is all yours. Most of the have rooms in the main building. I’m back there at the north warehouse by the pool and gym,” he said to give Banner a clue as to where they were relative to where he’d initially been. “You’ll have to go to the main house to pick up supplies but I gave you a kitchen here in case you get busy.”