"Least I could do," Tony said, adding a moment later, "probably... literally."

The crying had subsided, and she wasn't yelling at him. In other circumstances, he'd have counted it a win.

In other circumstances, she wasn't in a clinic bed and they hadn't been arguing over who got to wear the poisonous arc reactor. (Him, obviously. He'd have to find a doctor to back up that it would always be a bad idea this close to the accident. Which meant finding a doctor he could pay off with air conditioning or something.)