Tony was staring. He wasn’t even trying to play it cool at the moment, just outright staring. It hadn’t been Mohinder that had gotten to him so much as Bruce fucking Banner, in the flesh, telling him to do something in a voice deceptively deep. He hadn’t expected that.

Despite his usual no touch rule, Tony couldn’t help himself. He thrust out a hand, covered in yellow and black specks of sand, and grinned almost moronically.

“I’ve always wanted to meet you,” he said. It was the first time he could genuinely say that about anyone. “Your papers on thermodynamics changed my life. Really a fan of the way you turn into a giant green rage monster, too.”