minutes it’s been since Tony
heard the Hulk roar. God, what the hell had he been thinking
sending him to Steve after the near-miss when he’d told him what was
going on? Was he out of his goddamned mind?
jet is perfectly climate-controlled with an air-circulation system
that Tony designed himself for maximum freshness and it’s big enough
that three men Thor’s size could lie down across it’s width, but
right now it’s stuffy and too
small. It’s dark outside and sleep time as far as his body’s
concerned, so even the soft evening
desperately wants something to do with his hands.