Over the next hour, Bruce had Jarvis locate the nearest freshwater stream, and used the broken visor to collect some water for Tony wash his mouth out with, and hydrate him a bit. He threw up three more times. He never shut up in between, his conversation ranging from invention ideas, to deliriums about mermaids, to an excited explanation of a science project that Bruce suspect he thought he was giving to his father. Bruce used some of the water to try to cool him down, but there wasn't much to be done except keep him talking and hope for the best.

Finally, Natasha's voice came through the helmet. “Stark? Come in. Please respond. Banner?”

“That's real, right?” Tony asked. “There's a hot girl talking to me?”

“We're here, Tash,” Bruce said. “We need a--”

Fwoosh! Thor landed on the ground nearby, ruffling the leaves in the trees.

“Hey babe, looking good,” Tony said.

Thor frowned, but seemed to go with it. “Thank you,” he said, seriously.

“He has what you had last week,” Bruce explained.

Thor looked horrified. “That is a foul illness,” he declared. “Are you hurt, Dr. Banner?”

“I'm fine,” Bruce said. “Tony needs some fluids, though--and maybe a CT scan.”

“Hey,” Tony mumbled. “I'm not the one running around naked. Who's really insane, here?”

Bruce grinned. Thor took off again to convey their coordinates to the quinjet. Tony made an accompanying 'whoosh' noise to go with him. The quinjet landed, and Tony and Bruce were brought safely aboard. There was enough First Aid equipment for Bruce to get an IV going in Tony's neck.

“That is gross,” Tony said. “Someone take a picture, this is going on Facebook.”

They flew to the nearest rendezvous point, where they unloaded Tony and received a stern lecture from Steve about safety, and communication, and not being stupid and trying to be a hero.

“Love you, too,” Tony mumbled.

Steve glared at him. “Next time,” he said. “Just take a sick day.”