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Being a Stark [Superfamily]

Chapter 36

Peter finds Bruce Banner by pure chance.

He’s swinging around New York after another school day, expecting nothing more than the usual robbery or mugging, when suddenly, something large and green comes crashing down in a building not too far from where he currently is standing.

With his mind reminding him that Tony doesn’t want him to go after the big guys, Peter hesitates for a moment before going to investigate. He’s not planning on taking him on, after all, all he wants is to have a quick look and see if he has to call somebody. Maybe SHIELD, since Sharon came by the tower the day after Tony escaped from the hospital (mostly to curse his head off), and then told Peter to just call the number if he ever found anything strange.

And while he’s talking about strange, he wouldn’t have expected to meet Dr. Strange and another man along with it.

He’s on top of the opening in the roof. It’s a bit of a distance, but he can see enough inside of the building. He can vaguely remember that he’s currently in Bleecker Street. The building he’s currently standing on is one he’s been avoiding for a while, always getting strange vibes from it. At least now he knows why.

Dr. Strange has changed a lot since the last time Peter saw him. It probably starts with the clothes. Since when does the man, the Neurosurgeon of the year, wear a cape? And orange gloves? What the hell is this, even?

But it’s the slowly shrinking man they’re all looking at that deserves the most attention. While the skin is slowly turning from green to its usual tanned color, Peter realizes all too well who this man is. It’s been years since he last saw him, but it’s undeniably him.

“No way,” he mutters, jumping inside of the building. He drops down next to the man with Dr. Strange, who is creating some weird orange symbols that give light out of his hands. Peter would have been more impressed, but there’s no time for it right now. “Dr. Banner! Where have you been!” he shouts.

The man is lying on his back, looking pretty much like he’s been thrown through a roof. Peter has no clue where he came from, but he’s sure Bruce can explain it after a while. He wants to hurry towards the man, but suddenly whatever orange light these men are producing, it’s stopping him from moving.

Peter’s turned around by a confused Dr. Strange. The man next to him holds up his glowing hands as if he’s ready to defend himself.

“I’m a bit surprised that not only one Avenger drops down through my roof. To what do I owe the pleasure?” Strange asks. He isn’t letting Peter go, no matter how much he struggles against the hold.

“Well, uh, technically I’m not an Avenger yet? You see, it’s mostly with these accords meaning I would have to reveal who I am and-“

“Okay, just shut it for a moment,” Strange says in that typical low voice of his. Peter listens and keeps his mouth shut. After that, he’s released from his hold again. Peter shakes his arms loose for a moment. When there’s another groan from behind him, he turns around to see Bruce sitting up a bit, looking around in confusion.

“Where- uh where am I?” the man asks in confusion while rubbing his eyes. He hisses a bit when he accidentally pushes a stone inside instead.

“In the New York Sanctorum,” the other man says. He has a strong accent, so he mustn’t be from around here. “Where did you come from?”

Bruce fidgets the little stone out of his eye and tries to stand up. He shoots one short look at Peter (as Spider-Man) and then he takes a deep breath.

“I, uh, last I remember I was about to attack a giant wolf on the Bifröst. Did we lose?”

“Holy shit, you went to Asgard?!” Peter asks enthusiastically. He really needs to call Tony! “Wait, now that you’re back, will you spend Christmas with us? I’m sure it would cheer Tony up a bit! He’s got so many things to tell you, I’m sure!”

Oh, he’s running his mouth again.

“Be quiet!” Strange warns him again, making a wavy movement with his hand and shutting Peter’s mouth for him. Even if he wants to talk, he can’t open his mouth anymore.

“Danger sensed, calling Mr. Stark now,” Karen says in his ear. Peter can’t even respond to stop the command. Meanwhile, Strange walks down to where Bruce is now standing, giving him a once-over. Peter hums, and makes other loud noises if his mouth can’t be opened, but Strange doesn’t let go.

“So, Dr. Banner,” Strange says. “You’ve been missing for a while.”

“So I’ve heard- who are you again?” Bruce asks in confusion. Strange just snorts and turns around again, motioning for him to follow. He gives Peter one short nod to tell him he needs to join them as well. Peter wants to warn him about the phone call that is currently being made, but the spell on his mouth doesn’t seem to let go.

“Peter?”

Ah, crap, Tony picked up. Peter makes more noise, but while he sees Tony’s face in front of him, all Tony can see is what Peter can see. So Peter makes sure that Tony can get a full view of everything.

“Peter, what have you gotten yourself into this time?” Tony asks with a sigh. Peter just hopes he isn’t going to jump into his suit; he’s in no way recovered enough for that already. The fact remains that he still should be in the hospital right now, but knowing Tony Stark, waiting in there isn’t his strongest suit.

After looking at Strange for a few times, who is giving him a funny look, Peter turns to a stumbling Bruce Banner. Then he points at him, trying to say his name despite his mouth being closed. He’s probably shaking to much, because there’s nothing coming from Tony. Peter hurries towards Dr. Banner and grabs him by the arm, pointing towards his face.

“What’s- what do you want? Who are you?” Bruce asks in confusion, scratching his hair in confusion.

“Son of a bitch,” Tony finally says. Peter jumps up in the air in excitement. He lets go of Bruce and turns back to Strange, pointing at his mouth. Strange snorts but then shakes his head.

“What, and have you talking our ears off some more? No thanks,” he returns. Peter groans, but then makes a ‘calling’ gesture towards him. I’m on the phone but I can’t speak. Strange’s face pales then, and he walks back to Peter to get rid of any calling devices. Right when he’s about to rip the mask from Peter’s head, the teenager jumps back, shaking his head.

He stomps his foot on the ground and points at Bruce once again, who just looks extremely confused about it all.

“For crying out loud, Strange, lift the spell or he’s going to keep up this tantrum!” the other man finally shouts at him. Strange gives him an annoyed look, but eventually does wave with his hands again. Peter’s mouth falls open after that and he takes a deep breath.

“What I was trying to say; Dad! He just fell out of the sky and I was on patrol and I decided to check it out and it’s actually him I saw him turn back to normal but he was green and huge and-“

“Hey, hey, hey!” Strange calls out, grabbing Peter by the shoulders. “Who are you talking to?”

“Tony Stark! Bruce I’m talking with Tony! You’ve been gone for so long but now you’re finally back and it’s just so awesome! Dad can you see him? Can you? Will you send somebody to pick us up?”

“What the hell is going on?” Bruce asks, seeming more confused than ever.

“Vision is on his way. And we’re going to have a little talk about you calling me ‘dad’ in front of strangers, Mr. Parker,” Tony says on the other line. Peter just groans the moment the call has ended. Then he pulls the mask off and turns back to Bruce. It’s probably better for him to see an actual face.

“Listen, man, I’m Peter, and I’m Tony’s son! So much crap has happened since you’ve been gone but we can bring you up to date, okay? Vision is on his way to get you and-“

“The Vision? Wha- Tony’s son?!” Bruce lets out a deep breath and goes to lean against the wall for a moment. “Listen, kid, Peter? Peter, I get that you’re excited, but if you don’t give me a little bit of space things are probably going to get green again.”

Peter presses his lips together then, shutting up wisely.

“Who-ever this Vision is, you can already tell him to go home, uh, young Mister Stark,” Dr. Strange says. Peter then turns around to the man. “We’ll take care of this.”

“Actually, I’m not-“ he starts, but he decides not to reveal it. It’s probably too much information, he already knows his face now after all. Peter Stark it is for now. “You don’t understand, sir. This man is like one of my Dad’s best friends, and he’s been missing for more than a year. It would mean the world to him if he would return back safely.”

“Well, Mr. Stark, I. Don’t. Care.” Dr. Strange walks off again, with Wong following behind him. Bruce gives Peter a short look before heading in the same direction.

“C’mon, kid. I’m sure this guy has some things to discuss,” he says. Peter watches them go for a moment, but decides to go then, as well. He gets into a large hallway filled with what looks like ancient artifacts. He feels his mouth open in surprise as he takes it all in.

“Whoa, where are we?” he asks in fascination.

“The New York Sanctorum. Jesus, do you have difficulties in paying attention maybe?” Dr. Strange asks. Peter throws a glare his way, but the man doesn’t see it. He gets onto the stairwell and starts going upstairs. There are even more artifacts there. Peter halts a bit at a large sword. Curiosity gets the better of him and he takes it into his hand. It’s lighter than he’d expected. He starts swinging around a bit with it, suddenly feeling like a badass Ninja.

When he hears somebody clears his throat further away, he is quick in putting it back, cheeks reddened.

“Uh, where are you taking us?” Peter asks. He gets no answer. He hurries after Bruce until he’s walking right next to him, and then they come in a open room with a large window. There are a few seats there, and Strange takes place on one of them. Wong just comes to stand at the window, looking outside.

Bruce sits down as well. Peter takes the seat next to him. Then the two of them wait for Strange to start.

“Tea?” he asks. Bruce nods, but Peter shakes his head. In just a blink of the eye, Bruce has a steamy mug in his hands. “What do you drink?”

“Uh, do you have Sprite?” he asks nervously. Strange raises his eyebrow and then suddenly there’s a full glass in his hand. Peter’s mouth falls open. “Whoa, that’s just awesome!”

“So I’ve heard,” Strange answers. “Now, Dr. Banner, if you may, just, tell us where exactly you’ve been?”

Bruce, who is trying to take a sip from his tea, nods.

“Uh, I don’t really know what exactly happened,” he admits. There’s a sound in the background, but nobody looks up. It’s not surprising when Vision suddenly joins them in the room. When he opens his mouth, Peter holds up his hand to silence him. Vision stares at him but then nods.

“The last thing I remember, I was rescuing Natasha back in Sokovia. She, uh, she kissed me and then threw me into a deep hole or something. Next thing I know, I’m suddenly in the quinjet, standing next to Thor who suddenly had short hair. He told me I was on a whole other planet and that he needed my help.”

Strange just nods. Peter bites his lip as he waits to hear what happens next.

“Uh, apparently I had been the Hulk ever since the Ultron-business. They used me as a gladiator of sorts. Thor and the Hulk had fought in a battle, but I don’t really know how that ended. We both survived at least.”

“That’s so cool,” Peter interrupts. When Strange gives him an annoyed look, he apologizes and puts his hands in his lap.

“Anyway, along with this really amazing woman and Thor’s annoying brother we escaped from Sakaar and hurried back to Asgard, where Thor’s sister apparently was causing all kinds of destruction.”

“His sister?” Dr. Strange asks with a raised eyebrow. Bruce nods.

“Yes, Odin’s first born, legally the one who had a right to claim the throne. Of course, she was awful so nobody wanted her as a queen. Thor went to face her, and Brunnhilde couldn’t defeat Hela’s huge wolf so I went back down. After that, I woke up here. Whatever happened in between, I have no idea. I’m actually even surprised I’m still here.”

Strange nods again. Peter clears his throat.

“Actually, Dad said Asgard’s been destroyed. Its survivors are somewhere in Norway, he said,” he admits. Bruce looks up after that, mouth fallen open.

“Destroyed? I thought Thor wanted to prevent Ragnarok?” he asks. Peter shrugs.

“We don’t know more. SHIELD is on the scene. They’re helping out the survivors. Apparently, you met up with some guy in who shot Thor out into space.”

Bruce stares at him.

“Wait, just… who are you again?”

“Peter… Stark. I’m Tony’s son,” he repeats. He can understand Bruce’s confusion in this.

“Yeah, well, I can see the resemblance,” Bruce says. Then he stands up, dropping his empty cup of tea down on the table. “Now, Dr. Strange, is there anything else you need? Or am I allowed to take my best friend’s son back to his home?”

“Actually, I would have liked to ask a few more questions if that’s alright, Dr. Banner?”

Bruce shakes his head.

“If you don’t mind, might I at least, I don’t know, get the chance to take a shower and put on some… clothes? It’s a wonder that Tony’s pants didn’t completely rip when I changed into… the other guy. He likes to wear them tight, you know!”

“Dude, gross,” Peter groans. Dr. Strange snorts.

“I suppose that’s alright. Wouldn’t want to anger you after all,” the man says. He holds out his hand towards Bruce, and Bruce accepts the handshake. “I’ll find you, don’t you worry.”

“Oh, I wasn’t worried. I suppose you’ll find us at Avengers Tower,” Bruce says with a light smile, though it’s obvious he doesn’t really mean it.

“Uh, there’s no Avengers tower anymore. Tony sold it back to Stark Industries. The Avengers have their own facility upstate,” Peter corrects him. Bruce seems confused but then sighs.

“I suppose I have a lot of catching up to do.”

“The Avengers are in hiding, Natasha’s blonde now, Steve’s in prison and Tony almost died but survived because of a liver transplant,” Peter blurts out. Everybody looks at him with a strange expression and Peter just shrugs. “I simply gave him a quick recap. Oh, and Vision and Wanda are kind of a thing.”

“Peter, I really don’t think that matters right now,” Vision says, sounding embarrassed about the sudden mention of it. If he was human, he would have been blushing right now.

“I suppose it’s time to leave,” Bruce adds to that. He takes Peter by the shoulder and nods to Vision. “Where’s the exit?”

“Take the stairs down, then go through the large door. That, or you can go through the hole in the wall before we close it again?”

“We’ll just take the door. Thank you.”

“So they’re all in Wakanda?” Bruce asks, taking a sip from his water.

They’re all at the dining table. For the rare occasion Tony cooked something. That could either mean it would be extremely delicious, or extremely deadly. Given how everybody’s plate is empty now, it must have been the first of the two options.

The reunion between Tony and Bruce has been wordless. The two just looked at each other, and suddenly Tony pulled him into a strong and long hug. His eyes might have been a bit red, but there hasn’t been more reaction than that. After that, Bruce has left to take a shower, and he’s currently dressed in one of Tony’s slacks and a shirt from Steve. He didn’t ask questions about it when Tony gave it to him.

Peter has been silent the entire time, mostly enjoying the addition in the house for a moment. Even Vision is at the table, having finished his plate in record time. Apparently, the guy loves food, despite never having eaten before!

“Yes, except for Steve, who is here,” Tony adds. Bruce whistles, a bit overwhelmed by the information.

“So, uh, you have a son now?” he asks. “And, uh, a new liver? Remind me again why you’re not at the hospital if the surgery was only five days ago?”

“I take my meds, don’t worry,” Tony says, waving the concern off. “I had Happy throw all alcoholic drinks out, Dr. Cho comes by every day to check on me. Have I told you I have a bit of super-soldier serum in me, too?”

“How did that happen?” Bruce asks in confusion. Tony hides behind his glass, so Peter speaks up.

“Steve flew all the way from Wakanda to donate his liver to him. Sadly, somebody called the cops on him and now he’s in jail until they’ve finalized the accords.”

Bruce clears his throat, dropping his own glass.

“I don’t really know what to think about these accords, Tony. They don’t really sound practical to me.”

“Oh, no they aren’t. I realize that more and more now. But I’m still behind them,” Tony responds.

“Yet you don’t want me to sign them?” Peter asks, unimpressed by that answer.

“I don’t want the government to know who you really are, it’s different,” Tony counters. Peter sighs.

“So, what, I’ll be the Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man for the rest of my life?”

“That’s what you wanted, yourself?”

“For a while, yeah, but not forever!”

“Just, uh, remind me again how Tony Stark’s son ended up being, uh, Spider-Man?” Bruce asks. Peter and Tony turn to look at him and Bruce leans back in his seat. “Wow, that’s just, two pairs of the exact same eyes looking at me right now. This is so weird. Are you sure you didn’t just clone yourself? Is this what you used to look like?”

“Ha-ha, very funny,” Tony counters while rolling his eyes. Peter sits up in his chair. Vision takes another portion and starts eating it again. Is it his third plate, now?

“I got bit by a radioactive spider back at Oscorp,” Peter repeats. Bruce nods, though it’s clear he’s still not completely following.

“And you’re not dead how?” he asks. Peter shrugs.

“That’s complicated, actually. I could give you my parents notes on the spiders? My other dad created them after all.”

Bruce nods.

“Actually, I would be very interested in reading those. It’s really fascinating. Does your strength come close to Steve’s?”

Peter shrugs at that. "We've never really tested it out, but I think I might be stronger than him. And a lot stronger than Tony, even though he has a bit of serum in him as well.” Peter winks. Tony grunts.

“Yeah, well, it’s driving me crazy. There’s just so much happening around me I can barely concentrate on upgrading Dum-E’s codes!” Tony complains. “It’s insane, Brucie! There’s noise coming from everywhere! If I stand close enough to you, I might even hear your heart beating.”

“Wow, that’s weird,” Bruce exclaims. “If you don’t mind, I might want to have a look at your blood, see what exactly has been changed?”

“Yeah, go wild!” Tony says. He stands up to take the plates before Peter jumps up as well.

“Stop it! I’ll do this, you just stay down,” Peter tells him. Of course, Tony has been doing too much despite still being in recovery. He’s, as always, ignoring his health to keep himself busy. Peter gives him a disapproving glance. Tony relents, rolling his eyes and handing the plate back to him. Vision, too, stands up to help Peter along. Besides, the last time Tony tried to do the dishes, he destroyed all their plates with his new strength.

When the two are at the kitchenette to start with the dishes, Peter sees Vision stare back at Bruce. He’s silently hovering in the air, probably not even noticing it, while he’s drying off one of the plates Peter’s just handed to him.

“It’s weird to see Dr. Banner here again,” Vision admits. Peter doesn’t move, but he does nod.

“You know, I only saw him once before, and I was just starstruck the entire time. I used to be such a big fan- I mean, I still am, but… yeah, things are different now I suppose.”

“You didn’t use to have Tony Stark as a father back then?” Vision tries. Peter laughs.

“Yeah, I suppose that’s part of it,” Peter agrees. “Though I also wonder why we have a dishwasher if we never use it.”

“I suppose it’s to bring up some family tradition Mr. Stark never had before,” Vision admits. Peter laughs again. After that they continue in silence, hearing a low murmur between Bruce and Tony. He could focus on what they’re saying, but he doesn’t really feel like invading their privacy.

After a while the two of them join the two others again. They decide to pull up a movie to offer some form of relaxation to the scientist who has been gone for a long time. They chose the newest Star Wars movie, since Bruce missed the release of that one. Tony brings up some popcorn. They don’t leave the couch the entire evening. After the movie, they go to bed.







Tony stays a bit too long in the bathroom.

He’s behind the sink, having just brushed his teeth. His beard has been growing ever since his admittance in the hospital, but he hasn’t gotten around to shave it back to the usual goatee. His shirt is on the floor. He’s only wearing his pajama pants. It’s an exercise Dr. Wynedell made up for him, for him to accept the current state of his body. So far, Tony hasn’t been looking at his scar. He’s been avoiding it all the time, closing his eyes whenever he’s facing the mirror.

Even now, he’s hunched forward until all he can see is his face.

“Get over this crap, Stark,” Tony mutters to his reflection. Nervously, he starts rubbing the scar on his sternum again. He pulls away the moment his fingers touch the new scar. Right, they’re overlapping now. Tony groans, starting up the water and grabbing his bottle of pills. They’re supposed to prevent rejection of the organ, but he would think the liver is so righteous for it to be rejected.

But then again, didn’t Tony reject the righteous owner of said liver, too?

“Tony, are you ready to go?” Bruce asks from outside the door. Tony stands up, with that accidentally getting a good view of his entire chest. He gasps in surprise, closing his eyes immediately.

“Uh.. I, uh… I’ll be there in five,” he tells Bruce. Then he turns around to avoid the mirror again, hurrying to his pile of clothes. He takes his shirt in his hand, pulls it over his chest, and only then manages to let out the long breath he’d been holding. He takes a few seconds to relax.

“Are you alright in there, Tones?” Bruce asks. Tony nods, despite the man not being able to see it.

“Yeah, uh… I’m alright.”

He takes his jeans from the ground, hurries out of the pajama and gets himself dressed completely. He avoids the mirror again now. Without looking, he grabs his bottle of pills, checks if it’s the right one before leaving the room again.

Bruce is standing outside, wearing clothes that actually fit him this time. It’s almost noon and Peter’s at school again. Vision is somewhere around here, though Tony has no idea where.

“If you don’t want to go that’s okay, Tony. I can understand it’s not easy for you,” Bruce reminds him. Tony shakes his head.

“It’s alright, I can handle it Bruciebear,” Tony says, gently slapping him on the shoulder. “Let’s go!”

And so they leave after that. They go to the garage whey they chose Tony’s favorite car. Happy’s with Pepper now, and Tony doesn’t want to disturb him for something like this. They go for the least noticeable car this time, so this one has a roof. Then Tony puts himself behind the wheel with Bruce next to him in the passenger seat. Try not to break anything. Don't break anything!

“Can I be honest, Tony?” Bruce asks after they’ve left the building. Tony feels a small chill going through him at the question. Whenever somebody asks something like this, usually something awful is going to follow.

“Uh, come at me,” Tony says, trying to sound sure but feeling anything but.

“While I understand your feelings towards Steve and what happened back in Siberia, I think you should know something.”

Tony bites his lips together. It’s no time for lousy comebacks.

“Before I, uh… when I still worked with Ross and Betty I, uh… I lashed out. Betty got hurt in the process, and I would have thought she would never want to see me again after that. Yet, when we came across each other again, she took me back in, looked out for me. Despite the horrible things I’ve done for her, she still loved me, and I still loved her.”

Tony doesn’t react. He clears his throat.

“And after that, with Nat, in the helicarrier. She got hurt as well. Despite that, despite everything, she still decided I was worth something.”

“I don’t really see how our situations are the same here, Brucie,” Tony adds. Bruce sighs.

“I don’t see why not, Tony. You acted out of anger. It’s a horrible thing you can’t always control. Steve understands that, and he still loves you despite of it.”

Tony sighs.

“I don’t- I don’t know how to look at Steve without remembering Siberia. And he might love me, and I might love him, but in the end it doesn’t change what happened.”

Bruce closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

“Let me put it this way; has Steve told you he resents you for it?” he asks. Tony throws him a sideways glance, but immediately turns back to the road.

“He… hasn’t?” Tony responds.

“Then what makes you keep on thinking he’s suffering from it? From what you’ve told me, the only suffering he’s been doing is to be apart from you. There’s only one thing and that’s you, Tony. Nothing else.”

Tony keeps his mouth shut again. He doesn’t really know how to respond to that. He knows Bruce has a point, but it still just… he doesn’t know.

“Peter said something about Christmas back at Dr. Strange’s. What exactly was he talking about, Tony?” Bruce asks. Tony turns to him and gives him a faint smile.

“Yeah, it’s a little get-together. So far only a few of the Souza-Carter family are going to join, but you’re welcome, too,” Tony explains. Bruce nods happily.

“Will you invite Steve, too?” he then asks. Tony’s smile disappears again.

“In case you’ve missed it, he’s in jail. That’s where we’re going, remember?”

“If everything goes right, he won’t be for long,” Bruce responds. “Hey, c’mon Tony. Stop wallowing in the past. Let everything go and be the man of the future again, okay?”

“Remember when you told me you’re not a therapist?” Tony asks without really reacting otherwise. Bruce nods. “I’m kind of getting better advice from you than from my actual psychiatrist. That means something.”

The two don’t speak again after that. They listen to the radio where they hear another story about the explosion in Midland Circle. Tony hasn’t heard from Sharon on that part, so he doesn’t really know what happened out there other than the Defenders being out there.

That’s what they’re being called. If anybody asks Tony, it’s just a knock-off from the Avengers, but who is he to judge?

Tony eventually stops the car in front of the prison. The pair walks out, giving each other a short look before heading into the prison. There they’re being checked on weapons and other devices. Tony voluntarily hands in his gauntlet-watch. After that they’re being taken along through a series of hallways by a silent guard.

Eventually the man knocks his stick against the bars.

“Rogers! You have visitors!”

One person looks up, and he nods. Then he stands up and starts walking to somewhere on his right. The guard motions for Tony and Bruce to follow him.

If there’s one thing to say, it’s that orange isn’t a good color on Steve. It’s too wild, too heavy. Too much like fire, while Steve’s more like water instead. He’s always so calm and reserved, and the orange overall just seems to mock everybody around him while he’s wearing it.

His hair has grown ever since the last time Tony saw him back at the compound. His beard still hasn’t been shaved. Despite that, he still looks like a goddamn model.

“Bruce, you’re back,” Steve says the moment he walks in and spots Bruce standing there. Tony is already seated and the other two follow suit.

“Hi Steve,” Bruce responds. Then he takes out another copy of the accords. It’s the newest version he’s been given, and hopefully it will also be the very last he’ll ever have to bring over. “The King of Wakanda already has a copy sent out to him, but we figured we want to see your last few suggestions as well.”

“How long have you been here?” Steve asks. Bruce shrugs.

“Since yesterday. It’s a long story I’ll eventually tell,” he returns. Steve nods before turning back to Tony.

“You should be in the hospital for at least three more weeks,” the super-soldier says sternly. Tony rolls his eyes at him but then gives him a wink.

“Don’t worry, I have a little Angel called ‘Helen Cho’ watching over me.” Then he scoots forward, taking out a pen and opening the book. “Now, let’s get this over with as quickly as possible, and hopefully we’ll get you out of here after the meeting next week.”

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