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That was probably for the best. Eliot gave the driver a hefty tip once they'd made it to Stark's, then hefted Jack in a fireman's carry, just barely managing to pick up the to-go coffee cup from the Perk without spilling. Good thing Val was there to handle the extra limbs. He made it to the door and frowned at it, his arms much too full to knock or ring the doorbell properly.

But hey, that was what feet were for.

Wake up, Tony! There was a grumpy ex-soldier holding a dismembered, unconscious teenager kicking on your door!