Tony looks around the locker room even though he knows he's alone, pulling off his gym clothes and inspecting already purpling marks around his ribs in the mirror on the way into the too-hot spray. He likes his showers just this side of skin-melting. He lets out an involuntary groan as the water hits his shoulders, closing his eyes and leaning against the tiles. There's a part of him that feels like he could just sleep right here. And he sure isn't thinking about Pepper upstairs in his shower -- definitely not.

He manages to gather enough energy to wash cursorily over himself and through his hair. He's too tired for anything more in depth but at least now he's not sweaty. He gets out and towels off just as lazily, still mostly dripping as he pulls on a fluffy white robe and grabs two water bottles out of a mini fridge in the doorway on his way out of the training room. It closes automatically behind him and he makes his way up to the room, determined not to be overly awkward this time around. Again, he knocks softly before coming in anyway. More of an announcement than a quest for permission.