Tony swirls the scotch around in his glass, eying Steve with a guarded expression. He's already come in here and made a huge mess, so there's no need to give everyone else a million other things to talk about. He's only too aware that everybody is watching them, whether they're pretending to or not. Giving a lot else away means he'll lose control of the situation. In the back of his mind he's preparing a statement for PR to serve up where necessary come tomorrow.
His shoulders come up in an easy shrug. "Hey, you're not my security detail. I think that'd actually be an occupational downgrade for you. But maybe we need to get one for you." Because these events happen. They can't get away from them. They're good to do because it puts the Avengers forward facing. Sometimes people forget that they're people too. Sometimes they get put up on pedestals and when they leave messes behind those altars crumble. But if there's good will built up, the fall isn't as bad.
It's one of the only things Tony has to remind himself of. Else he wouldn't show up at all. Just write a check. Which serves the purpose it's meant to.
There's a minute expression that shifts in his eyes and he takes a quick sip of his drink, lips quirking at the corner. "Or maybe a beard. You know what that is?" He's not actually serious. The reason for barking up this certain tree is selfish and inquisitive. Trying to quietly get to the bottom of some things he's been wondering that he can't just ask aloud. And probably won't anyway, regardless of the answers.
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His shoulders come up in an easy shrug. "Hey, you're not my security detail. I think that'd actually be an occupational downgrade for you. But maybe we need to get one for you." Because these events happen. They can't get away from them. They're good to do because it puts the Avengers forward facing. Sometimes people forget that they're people too. Sometimes they get put up on pedestals and when they leave messes behind those altars crumble. But if there's good will built up, the fall isn't as bad.
It's one of the only things Tony has to remind himself of. Else he wouldn't show up at all. Just write a check. Which serves the purpose it's meant to.
There's a minute expression that shifts in his eyes and he takes a quick sip of his drink, lips quirking at the corner. "Or maybe a beard. You know what that is?" He's not actually serious. The reason for barking up this certain tree is selfish and inquisitive. Trying to quietly get to the bottom of some things he's been wondering that he can't just ask aloud. And probably won't anyway, regardless of the answers.