Anthony Edward Stark

“Better let me. I don’t want you getting lost again for another two years.” Poor Bruce wasn’t getting rid of Tony so easily. Not after all of this time. The tour, as Bruce has called it, took the better part of two hours and Tony, as if showing off, wandered into meeting rooms in use and through cube farms where people were trying to get things done, all tied to the Accords and to the UN oversight committee.

In a way, he wanted these people to know where they stood... as nothing. The bill was to make sure that everyone was safe but not to regulate Tony himself.

Yeah yeah. He knew it was a shit move. He just didn’t care.

It was close to ten when they made it back to Tony’s place. He invited Bruce in, of course. “I know you probably miss your stuff, but there’s a guest room here. If you don’t want to be alone.”