“And then a few more showers. Before the hot tub. And a fly around the planet to see if they have pizza here,” Tony says. He’s not going to just fall into bed with Banner. Okay. Yes. They are already in bed together but the people that matter aren’t a hot and heavy loving and leaving kind of thing for him. He ruffles up Bruce’s hair and stretches out like a cat, shifting so that his arm pillows under his head.

He hasn’t slept in a long time. Cat naps here and there (pun intended at this point) dont exactly help the brain repair itself. He’s just used to running until he passes out.

And he’s not ready for that just yet.

“Settle in. But if you snore or drool on me, all bets are off,” he says, knowing he’ll just have FRIDAY project a movie for him and he’ll read it subtitled so Bruce can nap away his sex romp.