"You are very polite," Tony said, both amused and charmed. He smiled at her, an oddly quiet expression, especially in the dark.

Yeah, the suit could fly. There had been a time when that had been the whole point of it, to chase the excitement of it. Before the suit had become a weapon of opportunity. Before he'd become Iron Man.

"There isn't one like mine. And I do what I can to make sure of it. Because it never ends well. And because it's mine, and they can't have it. Only child, very bad at sharing. How long have you had the whole deal?"