Tony stares flatly at Sherlock and his whimpering.

"I always go first, and I'm really never going to share with a baby."

Tony comes up to the sink neck to Bruce, getting up on his toes to look into the mirror at himself then looks around for a wash cloth.

As much as he wants to ask Sherlock if he's okay, he's too busy being stubborn and proud.

"Where's a cloth?"