Anthony Edward Stark

“I don’t have a vagina, Banner. But hey. Maybe she doesn’t either,” Tony joked, climbing out of bed as if he wasn’t sending the guy he just made out with to someone else. This felt so weird, almost forced, like a really bad movie. But again. No handheld cameras or college age would be directors anywhere in sight smoking clove cigarettes.

He prepared one of the suits, having it drop all of the snacks first, and then cannibalizes (whoops, bad phrasing) pieces of one of the joints and some electrodes in the helmet to twist together an ear-worn comm.

It’s the best he can do on short notice. And like a thousand times better than most people can do when given a manual, a pre-made kit and YouTube videos.

He stands in front of the other scientist as he fits it into his ear, touch lingering. “Don’t have too much fun, Doctor.”