Tony gives Bruce a ‘what the fuck’ bug eye expression that is impossible to define but looks sort of like he’s seallowed a bee, is drowning, and might have just shit his pants, all at the same time. “Probably better than the odds of me happening to get myself kidnapped by terrorists with the one guy that remembered my dad had this unfinished near-infinite clean energy device he just couldn’t get right, and who worked with me to steal the parts of weapons of mass destruction so I could built one while there was a car battery stuck to my chest.”

Bruce Banner, the nerve of you asking Tony if he can fix something! He can crash land in a hot air balloon in a desert and McGuyver a twin jet engine plane out of cactus needles and sand to fly himself to safety.

And he knows it too. That’s why he’s so horribly insufferable.

“Put down the good. Let me get to work on my thing and you just work on shrinking. Try a little cold water. That works for a lot of people. Don’t know by experience of course.”