"How is this tempting you," he asked, absolutely being tempting. He was Tony Stark after all. He laid like he might at a masseuse with his cheek on his forearm, eyes half closed. "If you don't want to help, I'll wait for Banner. I've had these shards in my back for half the day already. What's twenty minutes more."

Still, each breath made the red ripples on his back rise and fall.

He half smirked into the crook of his arm and waited.