Anthony Edward Stark

“It’s so good to see you too,” Kiara exclaims, her volume control about as good as her ability to smile convincingly. “Thank you so much for this body... I had been hoping you would come to see it in person.”

She ignores the groan from poor Tony Stark, trying to pick himself up, and straightens the row of buttons on Banner’s cardigan. Her purple tinted nails lightly scrape against the rounded edges.

Perhaps this hadn’t been the best idea. Her new host is very strong and Bruce doesn’t have her tied down.

“Is this more pleasing than my last body?”