“Seriously?” Somewhere in the middle of this, the fangs disappeared back to wherever impossible place they go, but Tony hasn’t noticed. He’s too busy turning back around to glare at Bruce. “You’re going to say that to me? After everything we’ve been through, you really think I’m what, an advocate of persecuting people who are different?”

What the hell is going on here? He wakes up a vampire. Bruce wakes up a pod person. It’s a thought borne of aggravation, but once he thinks it, he can’t stop thinking about it. Obviously vampires are real. And apparently he is one for no reason whatsoever. So who’s to say that Bruce hasn’t been replaced by some kind of doppelganger in the night?

“I’m a scientist, Bruce. Did you forget that when the pod people apparently stole you? I’ve spent my entire life discounting all of that shit as not real because it wasn’t and now it’s here under my nose and you don’t think that that’s something I’d like to know? That maybe there’s something else out there, something like, I don’t know, magical and unexplained and fucking fictional things are real? That’s something I’d like to know.”

Because now he’s evidently a vampire and he has to start reevaluating the universe and his place in it as he tries to hide from the sunlight and sleep in a coffin.