Anthony Edward Stark

“Why am I always the woman?” Tony scoffs. It’s a good thing that he’s very secure with himself and open-minded (to a degree) or else they might have some problems here. “What part of this,” he gestures to the scruff on his face, which has lost much of its definition in the last few days, “makes me look like a girl?”

With an exaggerated huff of exasperation, Tony follows Bruce into the ruins of the room that had been pristine before their arrival and pauses as he glimpses himself in the mirror. He takes a step back and turns to face it, pink pollen caked to his shoulders and chest thick enough for him to wipe his fingers through it to reveal the small scar where the reactor had spent years. He glances at his hands and then upwards, before he seeks FRIDAY out for a scan.

For all he knows, this is cancer inducing. Or stroke inducing. Everything on Sakaar is dangerous to touch or eat so it’s certainly an understandable worry. Of course, it’s also compounded by his standard set of neuroses, so that doesn’t help at all.

“Scan. Full body scan,” he demands of the AI in the armor but she can easily reassure him that the protein in that pollen is actually a moisturizing compound and might be fairly good for his skin.

And that doesn’t help matters at all.

Tony is getting first dibs on the shower.

“The pollen is jizz. We were jizzed on, Banner,” he says while rushing through the hall around the other scientist.