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Tony’s head snaps up and for a minute, he almost tries to look for something to cover up what he’s doing. Sometimes he’s still that ten year old kid who knows that no matter what he does, he’s getting yelled at. All he’s doing is fixing something but he feels a hot flash of shame down his back.

It’s a ridiculous thought. Thankfully, it passes pretty quickly and Tony pulls himself up from the mess he’s trying to clean up and put back together.

Sauntering into view in the doorway, Tony crosses his arms over his chest and leans a hip against the wall. Sassy is one of usual modes of being and so this part is easy.

“I’m having a private conversation with FRIDAY, Doctor Banner, though I will take your expertise into consideration as I deliberate.” There is a plush Hulk doll in the corner, thrown on its head, and Tony moves to retrieve it. “It’s not sexy to have the guy you’re into having insight into your insecurities. And I’d rather talk about this when you’re less green—. Actually. Let’s skip the talking all together. Talking gets messy. I say too much, you get scared away, and I’m back to pizza with myself on Friday nights.”