Ninety nine percent of that playboy doesn’t really want Bruce to figure out how he feels. He likes this game. It’s dangerous, but he’s only going to break himself at the end of it when he just can’t stop pushing. Everyone else will come out unscathed for once and so he doesn’t mind it st all. The more drawn out it is, the better. Tony is an adrenaline junky. Who better to get his proverbial rocks off with that s guy that can keep up with him intellectually, who will follow along with his crazy and who can stand up to that crazy and reign him in?

Oh. And who also turns into the coolest rage beast ever?

That’s right. Only Bruce Banner.

Tony has actually forgotten about the bet when the force field short circuits. He’s just happy to have had the mental challenge and so when Bruce offers him the liquor he’d forgotten about too, the engineer grins.

“We need to play more games like these. I like winning.”

This isn’t alcohol that’s really made for humans though. And the moment Tony tries some, right out of the bottle (so much for his germaphobia, right?) he’s already on his ass.