Soon thereafter, the door slowly creaked back open. Tony was clad in his humble sweater-and-sweats bed combo, a bag of cherries under his arm. He squinted at the bright colors of the room, fully illuminated for some reason.

There was Thor in the midst of it, weapon in hand, and lighting up like a Christmas tree.

Tony immediately drew back into the doorway, raising a hand. He had no concept of what was happening, but it was clear that whatever it was, Thor was barely keeping a handle on it. "Easy, easy...it's just me. No ghosties, no ghoulies."