[ Tony blinks up at Bruce, brow quirked, one hand lifting up to pat his ribs in what's as close to a nonverbal 'we're cool' as he's likely to get before he shuffles upward in search of...fuck if Tony knows, he doesn't know where the next tower is. He rolls over himself, propped up on his elbows, peering forward into the dark before wryly drawling out. ]
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A little lost, Toaster-stroodle?