Little over an hour later, Tony Stark sat against a bench in Irvine Lock-up, Bruce on one side, Steve on the other. Thor, now in county provided clothing sat on the end of the bench next to Bruce, Clint next to Steve. Fury was holding up the wall, which Tony thought was awfully considerate of him, but kind of wish he'd stop glaring. He never knew if he should look at the patch or the eye.
"Well. That was kind of predictable."
The women were in a different cell, and already he was cataloging how many pairs of shoes he was probably going to have to buy Pepper. They weren't getting charged at least, but something told him he'd be going at least a week without any sleepovers.