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“I might be able to walk around but I’m pretty sure whatever is left of my liver is shot,” Tony says, accepting a towel only because drip drying will take too long and he really does want to explore. Unlike Banner, he’s never been to an alien planet before and he’s filled with kiss-fueled excitement mixed with all of the desires of a ten year old kid wanting to play Indiana Jones or Buck Rogers (as awkward as that name may now be).

He’s irreverent to the towel when he’s finished, tossing it aside like DUM-E is here to clean up after him and dresses in the same jeans and t-shirt he’d taken off. Normally he’d put on a suit but he looks all right in this, once he musses up his hair and glances over his shoulder to make sure that Banner was either watching all of that or trying to make it a point not to watch him.

Yes. It had just been a kiss. But it was some kiss. And Tony has designs on ways to get more of that. Even if it means being patient. He hates being patient. Once he’s ready, for example, he’s very ready, waiting for Banner like an overly excited puppy. The suits can stay here. For now.