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There’s no way in hell that the drone is coming back now. Tony’s got it zipping through the window of the tall building, eyes focused forward and not below (or he might have caught some of the craziness going on in the streets). He finds the entire thing incredulous. He’s built tall before, the Tower is easily ninety stories in the air, but this structure just doesn’t look feasible. And that’s exciting to say the least. “Never mind,” he chirps, counting floors as he goes with the quick wit of a man who can compartmentalize calculations and speak all at the same time.

How a building like this can survive is just incredible. The drone scans material composition and feeds it back into FRIDAY. He’s too busy scanning everything to really pay attention to Banner—

At least until he finds the giant core of the building.

The arena.

And not only that, but there are datachips with video recordings—

“Oh this is Christmas!” he says, having the drone play the last match. Thor and the Hulk? It’s incredible. “I need popcorn.”