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Lazy, muted whimpers and growls rumbled in the back of his throat. Tony wasn't sure what to make of it, why it felt so good, or why he was turned on. He didn't say a thing to Steve as his dad's science project lapped up his blood.

He just hoped Bruce his time...and that there was more glass in his back and across his thighs to receive these little cat-like licks to. In fact, it wasn't until a dozen little shards fell into the kidney bean shaped holding dish Banner left out for that very purpose that Tony even found he had a voice.

Another few shards later, he finally managed to draw in a shaky breath and present his working hypothesis. "Blood-- Is that what makes you what you are?"