Anthony Edward Stark

"Give him a break, his sister was tearing the place up," Bruce mutters, not even looking up from the tablet as he races through some last second recalculating to give them the best chance of getting the drone back, or at least some visuals. He's throwing out that detail to add another data point to Tony's already clear assessment of what had happened to Asgard.

The drone's like a puppy between them, restless and wanting attention, which, considering that Tony's controlling it, says a lot about its creator, too.

It's got to be possible to get the something from the drone, right? Heimdall can see anywhere in the universe, and if it's possible one way, between Bruce and Tony, it's got to be possible another. Okay, maybe a little optimistic, but science is where he uses up all of his optimism.

And then the drone is out and up. Zipping out of the hold like a dragonfly over a pond before rising closer and closer to the wormhole while Bruce watches the tablet screen. He doesn't remember taking this trip, but then again, he hadn't, Hulk had.

And then the drone's video feed flickers and stabilizes.