Anthony Edward Stark

Bruce will give thanks for Tony's not wholly atrophied sense of self-preservation if he remembers this later. Also for some of his neuroses, as he takes the wipes and one of the gloves to use as a biohazard container once he's satisfied that there's no blood left anywhere that anyone could come in contact with.

This is a commentary on the lives that they lead that they can both be half out of their heads and still remember the most important details to protect themselves and others. They aren't bad guys; they just have some serious lapses in judgment.

Incredibly serious lapses.

"In that case we've been on a date for days." The glove gets tied off and stuffed into the pocket of his appropriated pj's. "I don't remember who asked whom."

The asparagus are sprouting. Maybe. Probably. "Is this an alien cabaret? Do you think there'll be a fan dancer? An alien in a giant martini glass?"