Floundering around in an attempt to sit up, which was impossible considering that he was still locked inside the upper and lower torso segments of his armor, Tony at least managed to kick himself across the floor and konked his head on the wall. Given his concussion, he really wasn’t trying to injure his head further but sometimes that couldn’t be helped. “Damn it… Of course I was sleeping. I need my beauty rest. You should try it.” His younger self pressed his lips together to keep from laughing, which did earn him a grin from Tony, and an added: “It would really do wonders for your skin.”

Anthony glanced at Loki, not sure how to read the prince, and not sure if he should step in here since he wasn’t really needed to defend anyone’s honor against a really pathetic version of himself. Then again, he felt a real need to do it anyway, because he didn’t want to be duplicated. He was one of a kind, he was Loki’s, and another version of himself could really step up and take his place easily enough. Even if he was really old.

“But hey, if I’m not where I belong, how about you direct me to the nearest exist and some batteries and I’ll be out of your crazily pointed hair. Cool?”