You have Yelp to? [his voice sounds indulgently exasperated. He reaches up to fiddle the mask over his head, tapping on a corner, making sure the seal is tight.] Maybe we should let D.E.S.T.I.N.Y. take over. Could be what the Multiverse deserves, if this is what we're doing with it.

[But even if Tony Stark is making a stupid joke about nihilism and the end of the universe, he's not about to pull out of giving her a ride. One metal arm swizzes up behind her, at the small of her back, and his fingers close around her waist. His other arm goes behind her knees. It's an effortless motion, the way he lifts up beneath her, supporting her off the floor. She's nearly weightless given the mechanical advantage of the suit.]

Try not to barf on yourself, [he suggests, as he navigates them out of the bathroom. It isn't far to the club's exit, and outside, the cold gulf of darkness that is the deep autumn night.] After all this is over, they're still going to need you to fight the Man.

Not being sarcastic about that. Really.