“Festival? No, I’ve been to enough street festivals to know that they’re just chess pools of diarrhea waiting to happen.” He has no intention of going down there to go to a festival. Bruce was in India far too long, Tony thinks, if he finds that stuff enjoyable.

Time here works weird anyway. It’s been a long time since the Hulk was favored in the arena and a long time since anyone’s been dancing around celebrating him.

It’s a wonder that no one from below has come up here to do more looting, though. Somehow, it’s still seen as off limits. Tony can’t fathom how this place exists anyway. It’s insane. And beautiful. And more luxury than even he had.

It’s not a good place to be when billionaires get jealous of someone else’s wealth.

“I can deal with staying in. That dick fruit is making me hungry. FRIDAY, bust out the snacks!”