"No, it's fine," Tony grumbles. Time alone with Bruce is turning into time spent alone instead. "I'm going to fly out to London. Don't let them mess with my stuff." He probably should see Pepper. He probably shouldn't think about Bruce any more.

At least for right now. Bruce is still his. Mohinder's in isolation and even if they find a cure, it won't matter.

Tossing the balled up bag into one of the wall compactors, Tony cleans his hands off with a handiwipe kept in his pocket and leans against the back of the couch that Bruce has sat himself down on, leaning in until brown eyes meet his own. "Good luck, Banner," he says softly and presses a kiss to Bruce's lips.

Yes, he's smirking as he walks away.

"See you in a few days! I'll see about fiddling around with containment for that amulet while I'm gone." Honestly, Tony. Such a brat.