Tony exhales through his nose and pulls out a tiny matchbook sized data stick from his back pocket. It catches the light differently from the Chitauri technology, but somehow it seems so much more ominous.

“It’s encrypted. Should take J three, maybe four hours. But we’ll have to wait until Banner turns in for the night.” This has to be something his new found friends aren’t culpable to. Tony can not risk pulling them into something so destabilizing until he has proof. “Want to go out for pizza? They probably won’t try to kill me in public.”