At the knock on the door. Tony blinks out of his own mind and looks at the door. He knows Bruce's voice very well and so he knows who's on the other side, but it makes him edgey. While for the most part he's been cleaned up from the arena, larger cuts and bruises remain and his forearm is still wrapped to help the last of a nasty burn heal.
He knows people have won arenas looking a whole lot worse than this, however Tony has always had a habit of hiding how bad he is from others so they don't see him as weak. Any definition of weak, if he's honest.
He clears his throat and goes from staring out the window to sitting on his bed.
"It's never locked. And I don't think you need to knock."
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He knows Bruce's voice very well and so he knows who's on the other side, but it makes him edgey. While for the most part he's been cleaned up from the arena, larger cuts and bruises remain and his forearm is still wrapped to help the last of a nasty burn heal.
He knows people have won arenas looking a whole lot worse than this, however Tony has always had a habit of hiding how bad he is from others so they don't see him as weak. Any definition of weak, if he's honest.
He clears his throat and goes from staring out the window to sitting on his bed.
"It's never locked. And I don't think you need to knock."