Tony is exhausted. He isn't soaked, thanks to the armor, but he'd spent enough time outside of it that he is decidedly soggy. He leaves the armor outside – it's hopelessly filthy – and comes in through the back door in the kitchen so he can drip on the tiles instead of the nice wood floors.

There's a still-warm kettle on the stove – Pepper or Gene must be home. He pours himself a cup of tea to steep while he kicks off his waterlogged shoes and socks.

Mug in hand, he trudges into the living room— and stops.

Pepper is here. And so is Bakura. And Pepper is... lying in Bakura's lap? Okay. Tony is... not really sure how he feels about that.

He stares at them for a few seconds, and then lamely offers, "Oh. Hi."