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Bruce would like to forget that he even knows that fanfic exists; he definitely doesn't want to know that people have robust fantasy lives involving someone whose proportions logically would break anyone he did anything with. That includes Tony.

"You're not--" Bruce scrubs a hand through his hair and stops himself right there. Of course he is. "You're going to try out the hot tub, aren't you?"

He wanders away as FRIDAY scans the hot tub and pronounces it clean with freshly circulating water. Trash planet apparently doesn't mean that the upper echelons lack for their luxuries, and the Grandmaster's Champion had gotten a slice of that.

Except that when he examines the archway out of the room and into the hall, he spots mechanisms that tell a somewhat different story. One that gets fleshed out a little by the control panel on the other side of those mechanisms. "I don't know if he was free to leave, Tony. He had to go out the window and these look like some kind of energy projectors."