Tony didn't have to hunt around much to find a bag with clothes and blankets that looked like it would be helpful to have with a new baby around, and didn't feel he had the luxury of time to snoop much otherwise. He could hear that panicked rhythm of Tyrion's voice from here in the stillness of the city, which was enough to urge Tony back toward the door, only glancing around at what he could see in his brief pit stop. Oh, the crib was cute, very cute. They were going to do fine, right?

"Okay, here we go!" he encouraged as he came bouncing back out of the house, "Bag. Baby. Dad. Car's loaded. Does anybody need to pee? Last chance, we're not stopping."