Tony eyed Natasha's starched vodka. Goddamned Russians, man.
Pointedly looking at Bruce with a grin that said 'you're going to have fun, trust me, promise, don't look at me like that, you're fine' (his grins had many meanings), Tony sat up on the side of the bed. He was finally dressing in regular PJ's, and he was just about to welcome Steve and Clint when in came the dude with the dog.
"... wait, dogs get to visit the hospital? WHY WAS I NOT INFORMED?" He grinned up at Thor, waving. "Welcome to my Memorial Day BBQ, all. Don't let the dog pee on anything, I'm already running up a hell of a tab."