“Well,” Tony says as he thinks, scratching at the underside of his chin. “It’s pretty obvious that you’re rusty and you got me really high and wandered off before hand, but I’m having a good time. Maybe we can go on a second date if you play your cards right.”

Tony still has some blood smeared on his upper lip, they are a little sticky from the pollen that the flowering acrobats have covered them in, but Tony is the happiest he’s been in a long while. Sakaar has been crazy and dangerous and wonderful. It’s just been so unbelievably wonderful.

So he offers Bruce his arm.

“Can I walk you back, Doctor Banner?”