Tony’s having a bad day already. It’d started off pretty good. He’d woken up, had some scotch for breakfast, pulled his hair out trying to be a leader since Mr. Selfish Rogers went rogue on him, put loads of people on hold, had another scotch for lunch-- Oh! And he finally got Bruce Banner to answer a text! So many today hasn’t been all bad but it’s gotten relatively worse as the day has gone on.
While having a potentially hot alien lady in your body can theoretically go either way, the whole exploding thing doesn’t really suit Tony’s overall lifestyle choices and should be have been awake at the moment, he might be very annoyed that Banner is only just now getting the thing fixed up.
Thankfully, Dr. Cho’s machine does it’s job and there’s no Tony pudding to squeegee off of the walls later. There’s just a glowing container where Kiara supposedly has gone (FRIDAY’s brain scans do tell Bruce that Tony’s all Tony right now) and a slowly rousing, mostly intact Tony Stark.
“Anyone get the plate number of that jet that hit me…?
And also, he’s ordering in tonight for dinner. Likely scotch.
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While having a potentially hot alien lady in your body can theoretically go either way, the whole exploding thing doesn’t really suit Tony’s overall lifestyle choices and should be have been awake at the moment, he might be very annoyed that Banner is only just now getting the thing fixed up.
Thankfully, Dr. Cho’s machine does it’s job and there’s no Tony pudding to squeegee off of the walls later. There’s just a glowing container where Kiara supposedly has gone (FRIDAY’s brain scans do tell Bruce that Tony’s all Tony right now) and a slowly rousing, mostly intact Tony Stark.
“Anyone get the plate number of that jet that hit me…?
And also, he’s ordering in tonight for dinner. Likely scotch.