Tony sets down the clarinet sized case he’s been carrying on the coffee table but he doesn’t immediately make himself at home. The place smells like dog and while some people might not hate that smell, it makes Tony think of lack of cleanliness and he’d just rather keep on standing. Thank you very much. He even slips his hands into his pockets. Just in case. Besides, he’s not the star of this show.

Mild mannered, instinct-laden Bruce Banner is the guy with the headlines here, even if Steve seems equally torn between staring them both down.

“Buffet yesterday?” Tony jokes, but no one laughs. Banner just gives him a little look.

“You don’t believe us?” Steve counters, only to have Tony pull out his phone and somehow make whatever is on the screen suddenly appear on the television. Steve isn’t going to question it. Apple has those sorts of capabilities. He just didn’t know that Tony could do those things without all of the run arounds Apple products have. On the screen is a photo of an X-ray of his spine. Twisted. He’d know it anywhere and it makes him feel like he’s on the verge of growling. “How’d you get my medical records?”

Tony’s answer is a wink and that really does make Steve growl.