Tony was indeed in his bedroom, but Bruce was right in assuming that he was not presently asleep. He had managed a couple hours, though likely not enough to placate the growing number of people in his life that seemed invested in his sleeping habits. Rhodey had somehow infected Peggy with his concern, and she had sent poor Jarvis over the other day with a tray of food and mild disapproval. He figured the easiest way to get them off his back was to at least make an effort in complying with their demands.
It was still an hour before sunrise, and Tony was propped up against the headboard of his bed, legs crossed in front of him, transparent tablet in hand, reviewing his work on his and Julia's little side project. The knock startled him, and he dropped the tablet onto his lap. "Jesus," he muttered to himself before speaking up so that the other man could hear, "Yeah, come on in." He powered off the tablet and tossed it aside on the bed before looking up to see an obviously distraught Bruce entering his room. He felt his pulse quicken. "What's up?"