Tony Stark

Tony shot up, one hand immediately going to his now perfectly normal chest before registering where he was.

"Time'z'it?" he mumbled, pressing the heel of his hand against the bridge of his nose stabilize the pounding in his head as he quickly silenced all the data feeds surging in at once. Again, no clue how natural telepaths lived like this all the time.

"It is currently 1:26 P.M. Eastern standard time," JARVIS supplied helpfully.

He untangled himself from the throw blanket and sat up on the couch to glare at where Fox News was still quietly playing on the TV. Because Tony was a masochist.

Ugh, naps were simultaneously the best and worst things in the world.

[for the housemate!]

Tony had been all ready for a nice, quiet night at home where he could watch a bad movie after his date with Jan. Apparently he was reaching 'mysterious and creepy hermit' levels when it came to publicity, so dinner out was necessary. But, as much as he really did adore Jan, there was only so much he could take of her alternating between angrily stabbing her meal and giving happy couples wistful looks while pointedly not talking about Hank. And occasionally mentioning how pretty Carol was. He was just not going to question that.

Just. Not questioning it.

But that wasn't going to happen tonight. No, tonight he was roused from his spot where he'd dropped on the couch by JARVIS' sudden:

"Alert: foreign organic material detected."

"Threat level?"

"Minimal. It would appear to be similar to previously documented material."

Tony frowned, looking around the room for a nice, easily visible and colorful fog, But no such luck. Curse you, non-cartoon world. "When was this 'material' documented?"

"Approximately one year ago."

"A year ago?" Tony muttered to himself. When JARVIS didn't elaborate further on the matter, it became a little more clear. Only he could build an AI that attempted tact. "Again?" he whined.

"It would appear so, sir. It seems to be emanating from the floral arrangements."

Awww, Tony had liked those. But now they had to be burned. And maybe a sample taken to see if he could do something about an antidote. For the good of the island and his own sanity.

[open sure! NFB because I'm mean]