Anthony Edward Stark

"Uh, yeah. I'm figuring that out," Tony said, his voice weaker than he'd like it to be. He cleared his throat and tried to push Steve away but the arm joints refused to work and his arm actually seemed perfectly content not to have any fight left in it. Both of those things were...disturbing.

It wasn't like he and Steve needed to be there for Loki's capture, however. Hawkeye and Thor alone could handle the job, and the others...the others might not even be looking for them. Their friendships weren't exactly sold. Or existent.

"As much as I would love to stay here and let you lick me, we still have a job to do. And you have to fill me in on...on whatever this is or I'm not going to ask you around for coffee any more."