“Deal. You’re the prize anyway.” And that is wholly serious, though it’s very hard to tell just how serious Tony is even when the corners of his lips don’t turn up in sarcasm. It’s a wonder anyone’s ever dated him, much less a smart woman like Pepper, and for so long! To follow the tuna goes an entire loaf of bread and a jar of peanut butter. Tony’s just committed to being able to eat comfort food while they’re gone and this armor of Bruce’s has lots of extra space to hide fishies and chocolate bars—

Well. Maybe not chocolate bars. Bruce runs hot. He’ll be a sticky mess in no time. Tony shoves his arm into the neck of the armor to retrieve the candy, forehead and overly producted bangs brushing the other man’s neck.

They’ve not yet discussed how Bruce feels about being in the Iron Man armor. Tony doesn’t intend to discuss anything. FRIDAY can fly the scientist around just fine.

But that’s not the problem. And Tony is planning to ignore all problems right now.