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Bruce pokes around a little until he gets to a suite filled with boxes and stray items that mostly leave him with an ugly pit in his stomach as each one calls him back to Canada or Brazil or Iraq or India or Virginia. This isn't his suite; it's the Bruce Banner Archive. He's not sure whether to laugh or cry, hug Tony or punch him.

He closes every box he opens, sometimes only after he puts something lying loose away inside. He'll eventually look at everything, but in his own time, and only a little at time.

By the time he comes back downstairs, letting FRIDAY guide him to find Tony, he's dressed in a pair of his own non-ball-binding pants and a soft old button-down and cardigan he vaguely remembers from his student teaching days. Better still, he has a pair of glasses tucked in his pocket.

He stops to watch Tony struggling with DUM-E with unconcealed amusement before coming to help pick up some of the weight on the other side. "Thanks for hanging on to my stuff, but if I find that you've got a picture of me in your room with a heart drawn around it, we're going to have to have a talk."