Late at night, the prodigal son returns to the streets of Minneapolis, hands tucked into his pockets and head down as he wanders, occasionally kicking at stray cans and other small, safely kickable objects ( Read more... )

Early this morning Tony Stark was rudely awakened by an explosion. This explosion was small, red-haired, and composed of "Tony, you have nothing in your fridge, you haven't unpacked anything, and you haven't been outside since you got here ( Read more... )