Anthony Edward Stark

There’s so many questions to ask and so many moments there to unpack, but Tony doesn’t do any of those things. He just shrugs, as if he hadn’t had a hand in any of that and was just watching a movie. He catches the little drone that speeds towards him at the end of the ramp on the hovering quinjet and lightly pats it to make sure it’s all right.

He is careful with it, tucking it under one arm, and carefully hits the button to close the ramp again.

“FRIDAY, set up the Wonder Woman area. Let’s keep this place invisible for awhile.” The AI complies to Tony’s command and a series of floating balls projecting the area around their linking circle create a curtain to keep anyone else away. He stashes the drone and then drapes an arm around Bruce, still holding the pad. “So where in the world doesn’t have some sort of trauma associated with it where we can go to grab that drink?”