“When in doubt, go with red,” Tony calls from behind him, utterly amused. “Or purple. Actually go with purple.” He probably should be making jokes about complimentary colors but there’s never been a time when joking about the Hulk has not been on the table. No one can stop Tony. He’ll do whatever the hell he wants, thank you.

He moves to stand beside Banner and flicks the fingers of the hand not currently holding a cup of coffee (he brought it and took a few minutes of his time to jury rig a keurig) through the presenting clothing. The material is soft, like silk but more capable of holding its shape. Needless to say, Tony is a fan.

“Just get FRIDAY to shorten a robe into a shirt, or knot it like high school do with this big stupid shirts they all seek to want to wear.” He’s never understood female fashion. Why wear a dress when you can put on a waistcoat? Oh well.