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Bruce rubs a hand over his forehead and shakes his head ruefully at Tony before asking FRIDAY to have his suit follow, too. It's a little disconcerting to watch it reach a hand down its open neck to pull out a bag of chips, but that's the least of his worries.

"Survival, and because I need it to tell my smartass friend to shut up and eat his chips while we find a room that isn't inhabited by the shadows of my greener half."

He can hear both suits behind him, the quiet whine of servos and the heavy weight of their feet on the floor. It's comforting when he has no idea what to expect around any corner. He can count on the suits even if Tony's drunk off his ass.

They reach a nexus where an elevator comes up in the middle of corridors that branch off in eight directions, including their hall. The first clockwise hall leads to a room prepared for something that apparently likes rocks. Lots of rocks. There are no beds and no hot tubs. The next clockwise hall leads to a force field that is holding back a room full of water. Again, no. The hall after that leads to an unoccupied room complete with a bed easily as large as the one in Hulk's room, a tub of equal size, and furniture that is scaled to accommodate something on a more human scale. This is the room Bruce picks, telling FRIDAY to put Tony on the bed and post the suits to keep guard for them.