He doesn't feel it - wasn't one of the lucky ones to get the extra special poke in the arm - but he can see it. Everyone. Or, half of everyone at least, twitching and spazzing about. It doesn't take a genius long to figure out that the over saturated sugar sweet world is anything but.
Not that he can say he's surprised.
He can say that he's not exactly liking what he sees here.
The tribute count was in the 90s and 45 of them aren't going to last rest of the afternoon..... and his stomach drops. Because he catches sight of none other than Bruce Banner. And.... he's one of them.
"Shit."
Tony's already out of breath. Ruffled up, and a bag over a shoulder because it was there and he wasn't just going to pass it by. But he's there. And he has no clue what the hell to do, but it probably shouldn't be done in the middle of this psycho pit....
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Not that he can say he's surprised.
He can say that he's not exactly liking what he sees here.
The tribute count was in the 90s and 45 of them aren't going to last rest of the afternoon..... and his stomach drops. Because he catches sight of none other than Bruce Banner. And.... he's one of them.
"Shit."
Tony's already out of breath. Ruffled up, and a bag over a shoulder because it was there and he wasn't just going to pass it by. But he's there. And he has no clue what the hell to do, but it probably shouldn't be done in the middle of this psycho pit....
"Come on buddy, you got this."