"There's not. Not until I get the word otherwise from Strange."

He reached out to rub the tips of Lucky's soft ears between his forefinger and thumb, stroking little circles. Tony wondered, not for the first time, why dog ears were so soft.

His laugh was soft and singular when it came.

"You should probably keep the sandwiches," he said. It was a very Tony thing to say. "But you can't have my coffee."

He looked over at Wanda, features shuffling through micro-expressions before settling on concern.

"Am I gonna start another argument if I ask you not to tell the kid yet?"