"Last year," Tony said with a proud smirk. "Things happened, time got borked, she's due. I'm glad that I don't have to do the whole birds and bees talk with you. That'd get embarrassing. We're getting married afterward. June 1st. Your invite is....on my desk, I think."
Tony began chomping down on the rest of that brownie and turning the nanobots in place with his free hand, his eyes bright with possibilities. Even more so now that Bruce was back.