"God, it's creepy down here." Tony didn't often, well. It's not his scene, the Bunker. Too many memories of similarly dark and enclosed spaces, all hard surfaces, rough acoustics. The Bunker's better lit by a little, by enough that it isn't the Cave that rear up if he lets them. Somewhere colder, bloodier- but he wanted to take a look at what was available, maybe offer Sam some pointers. Running into her? A solid bonus.

"And I've seen more than one nazi human experimentation science lab. This place? Creepier." Tony pushed himself off the wall to meander his way over- being not alone helped with the- memories this place brought over. "Find anything useful?"