“Not the first time I’ve had that line thrown at me.” The Avenger was obviously conflicted, but why? Did he still care? Obviously he did if he was still here. What was Nick supposed to do?
He kind of just wished… wished they could hug it out. Wow. That felt familiar. Was Tony jealous? What was this all about? It was so damn confusing and Tony wasn’t going to make a move so-
“…”
THUNK.
The lawyer pressed his forehead against the armored plating, ending up near Tony’s reactor. He was just going to stand there, head against the suit. Maybe he could… read his thoughts or some other magical comic bullshit. Or maybe he was just being more of an idiot.
Who knew.
“Yeah-” Right before he was about to think of an additional burn he felt a sudden light press against the smooth metal surface, dangerously close to Tony’s reactor - which, while he had the suit on, was a weapon.
Tony paused for a moment, eyes widened behind the slickly designed face-plate. He stilled, completely, asides from his deep breathing from his own suppressed anger which appeared to subside to make way for the shock. He wondered what he was doing, if this was some sort of tactic, some sort of move to get close.