Now that was just showing off. But Tony allowed it.
He opened the cap on his own drink and tapped the fridge shut with one shoe while he sat the tray of leftover celebratory petit fours on the counter for her to help herself.
"Blue is chocolate, orange is raspberry almond. Where'd you hear from?"
That he was curious about. He didn't feel surprised that news traveled fast among the costume-wearing set, but as Tony did not yet have a costume with which to officially join them, he remained on the periphery of most of them.
Which was weird. He had a distinction at home. The first. The first one to actually put the word to it; Yes, I'm Iron Man. And yes, I'm a superhero. The avalanche followed.
He folded his arms over his chest, the cold bottle resting against his forearm, sweating in the warm shop.
"But yeah, at least on face, the same universe, the same timeline." Pete had arrived the same way Tony had. Confused, anxious, and still beat the hell up. "You might consider tracking him down sometime. Having a chat."
Tony paused. Then, admitted, "This is me asking you, also. I'm not good with kids. I'm not good with comforting people. He's fifteen."
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He opened the cap on his own drink and tapped the fridge shut with one shoe while he sat the tray of leftover celebratory petit fours on the counter for her to help herself.
"Blue is chocolate, orange is raspberry almond. Where'd you hear from?"
That he was curious about. He didn't feel surprised that news traveled fast among the costume-wearing set, but as Tony did not yet have a costume with which to officially join them, he remained on the periphery of most of them.
Which was weird. He had a distinction at home. The first. The first one to actually put the word to it; Yes, I'm Iron Man. And yes, I'm a superhero. The avalanche followed.
He folded his arms over his chest, the cold bottle resting against his forearm, sweating in the warm shop.
"But yeah, at least on face, the same universe, the same timeline." Pete had arrived the same way Tony had. Confused, anxious, and still beat the hell up. "You might consider tracking him down sometime. Having a chat."
Tony paused. Then, admitted, "This is me asking you, also. I'm not good with kids. I'm not good with comforting people. He's fifteen."