Anthony Edward Stark

It’s hard to be an immediate risk when there’s a person willing (and able) to wrap their arm completely around you. Tony isn’t a cuddler and when he falls asleep, he’ll drift over towards an edge of the bed, but it’s amusinf for him to lay with Bruce now in the Bedsheet Hulk-Angel and he’s pretty sure that Bruce might like the comfort of knowing he’s back to normal size in some way.

He sets his head between shoulder and neck, cradled by a shared pillow above and let’s exhaustion take its toll. He’s been fighting real sleep for awhile now. Cat naps help but Tony is more cat than he realizes and naps aren’t so great for either. Not when the animal can sleep for as many hours a day as Tony is awake.

His breath is soft and even, but he’s too self aware to notice when other people have woken up and he says and does nothing to indicate that he’s aware of Bruce’s change in state. There’s just that breath. And the arm. And the scratch of the beard.

It might not be enough to lull Bruce back to sleep but it ushers Tony to the land of Nod easily enough.

For an insomniac to feel comfortable enough to sleep this close to him, Tony either feels very secure, or he’s just really dumb. Both are debatable.