Anthony Edward Stark

Before she turned her face black, Tony gently took hold of one of her hands and kissed the inside of her palm. He tasted salt and petroleum and whatever else was in makeup. It was just another sign of how real this was. He grasped every last clue desperately.

"We stand it by not being mentally linked to it," he said softly. "And because we can shut it off." He could stand here all day having such menial conversations, but people were already starting to recognize him.

He hadn't really dressed for being incognito. He was still in the jeans and t-shirt he'd had on when he sat down in his lab that morning, after all.

"Less talk, more driving." He just saw an iphone out. Great. Everyone was a papparazzo these days. "Come with me."