Anthony Edward Stark

It’s probably strange to have to ask this, but Tony does anyway, fingers slightly hooked in damp chest hair. “Is this where you tell me you’ll be back and finish in the shower?”

He’s not psychic, though this is yet another time he’s seemed to read Bruce’s mind. They just share a similar wavelength. No wonder Kiara had initially chosen Tony Stark to be her host after imprinting on Bruce. There’s a reason for everything. Including this.

Tony’s fingers slip lower, forefinger pressing with a little sass into the shell of Bruce’s navel.

“If I promise to put gloves on, can I help?”