Tony’s eyebrow raises ever so slightly over the terrain broadcast on the glass in front of him, but his eyes refocus from Banner to the image. He’ll have lots of time with Bruce (he’s not losing him again), but this is one of those very few moments of pure, unadulterated joy he was ever able to feel these days. Pure discovery tickles all of his bits, especially his mind, and that’s where he enjoys them the most.

As the image on the feed stabilizes, Tony is left looking at what looks exactly like a garbage dump. He hadn’t expected that to be so literal and so he tilted his head to the side in amusement and guides the little drone over heaps of stuff. And heaps of people picking through the stuff. And more heaps. And more heaps—

It’s not until the drone zips right by a wall that’s obviously intelligently made (and not a heap) that Tony finds his excitement building again. And when he sees that tower—

“Oh my god. You were Russell Crowe.”