It's not often that Tony Stark is stymied into silence, and not often that he does it in front of anyone else, especially someone with as complicated a relationship as the two of them share. He runs through the possibilities, the only explanations, and comes out the other side looking at Stephen with a degree of wide-eyed surprise.
And holds up a hand, palm out, before Stephen can offer anything.
"Actually, you know what? Don't. I don't -- I don't want to know. Not right now." He's got enough to deal with. Tony rubs the side of his thumb across his forehead, thinking. "Right now I need.. a snack. I'm starving. Is there anywhere around here that does, like, pastries? I could really go for a Danish."
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It's not often that Tony Stark is stymied into silence, and not often that he does it in front of anyone else, especially someone with as complicated a relationship as the two of them share. He runs through the possibilities, the only explanations, and comes out the other side looking at Stephen with a degree of wide-eyed surprise.
And holds up a hand, palm out, before Stephen can offer anything.
"Actually, you know what? Don't. I don't -- I don't want to know. Not right now." He's got enough to deal with. Tony rubs the side of his thumb across his forehead, thinking. "Right now I need.. a snack. I'm starving. Is there anywhere around here that does, like, pastries? I could really go for a Danish."