Anthony Edward Stark

Tony likes mooning. It’s so rare he actually feels the need to do it. And Bruce has been gone so long thst he might as well get two years worth of devoted admiration in while he can. Tony slips his hands into his pockets and tilts his head curiously to the left.

“I’ll let you explore later. What you need to know is that there’s nothing useful here. I’ve got stuff kind of centralized in this part of the mansion. The new spider suit is next door. My armor is in the garage.”

And that’s about it.

Minus the fact that he sleeps downstairs on the couch in the family room, off of the formal entry way. There’s too much to unpack about that one. Bruce won’t understand.

No one will.

“Are you crapping out on me already?”