[ He manages to finish half his mug of coffee before he feels sleep start to take hold- Dum-E whirrs over to steal the mug from his loosening grip before he can spill it all over himself. It's happened before, reasons he's got an awareness of that particular posture of exhaustion. Healing is...slow. All around. No calls come in which is probably for the best- Tony drifts in and out of the lab, spending half his time dozing or reading in the common area for the other Avengers to wander past and reassure themselves that he's still alive. Pile in and watch terrible infomercials at the ass end of dawn when none of them can sleep.
He's either up there or in the lab, flicking through options for installing a semi-permanent or at least solidly reliable and coming up if not empty, but without solid options without taking risks with J's security that he's not willing to make.
Two weeks after he gets the papercut from hell Tony rolls to his feet, grabs a bundle of cable from his workstation, and waves to get Bruce's attention. ]
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He's either up there or in the lab, flicking through options for installing a semi-permanent or at least solidly reliable and coming up if not empty, but without solid options without taking risks with J's security that he's not willing to make.
Two weeks after he gets the papercut from hell Tony rolls to his feet, grabs a bundle of cable from his workstation, and waves to get Bruce's attention. ]
Hey, I need your hands for a few hours.