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Tony was working hard in his lab, music blasting as loud as it could be. He couldn’t remember when he last ate, the coffee running through his veins was fueling him well enough, and J.A.R.V.I.S. would have made sure something other than that would have been consumed. He honestly wasn’t sure if he had been at it for hours or days, but, either way, he was in the middle of a breakthrough, and there was nothing that could stop him. Well, maybe one thing… but he knew that Peter was busy with classes and studying.
Tony’s boyfriend was just as dedicated and obsessive as he was, when it came to getting things done, so Tony didn’t mind that he hadn’t seen Peter for a week or so. Peter had finals to get ready for. Although Peter was the smartest person that Tony knew – other than himself, anyway – and would pass his finals with incredible ease, Peter liked to knuckle down and lock himself away until all of the material was memorized and finals were complete. Tony knew that the finals were due to be over at some point soon, he’d know with more certainty what day it actually was once Peter showed up.
Spinning the full-scale holo rendering of the medical A.I. bot on its axis, so that he could check it at a new angle, Tony’s concentration broke as the music dampened and J.A.R.V.I.S. interrupted. “I’m sorry to disturb you, Sir.”
Tony dropped his pencil and rolled his eyes. “And yet, you are, J.”
“You know I wouldn’t have done so without ensuring that it was of the utmost importance,” J.A.R.V.I.S. expressed.
Tony sighed. “I know. What have you got for me?” he asked, knowing J.A.R.V.I.S. must have a good reason.
“A Wade Wilson is currently in the elevator and would like to see you.”
“Wilson?” Tony groaned. “You interrupted my work on a medical miracle for Wade Wilson ?”
“I understand that you would be wary of my decision, but he explained that it was something you would want to hear about immediately.”
Gritting his teeth, Tony nodded to himself. “Ok, send him up to the penthouse. I don’t want him having access to anything in here. I’ll head up now.” As Tony reached the door, he paused. “And if I find out that he’s only here to discuss the best taco food truck in the city, I will decommission you faster than you can say ‘one lump or two’.”
Tony was glad that J.A.R.V.I.S. didn’t come back with any of his smartass comments because he really wasn’t in the mood for it. He wasn’t in the mood to see Wilson either, but he knew that if he didn’t come out that all hell could break loose. They weren’t friends in any sense of the term – they weren’t even acquaintances – but they had helped each other out in the past, and Tony has kept a tenuous relationship with the man ever since. It was better to be on the good side of Wade Wilson, you never know what that man could do to his enemies.
When Tony stepped out of his private elevator and into the penthouse, the door on the other side of the open-concept living room opened, and Wade entered, giving Tony his biggest shit-eating grin.
“How’s my favorite ex-playboy on this fine Friday?” Wade crooned, striding toward Tony.
“Incredibly busy, Wilson. What was so important that you had to drag me out here?”
Tony gestured to the living area as he walked, to which Wade immediately followed, flopping himself down on a couch, and man spreading far more than was acceptable.
“Oh, come on, you know you love seeing my gorgeous face,” Wade winked.
Tony shook his head, hiding a smile. Sure, Wade annoyed him most of the time, but he wasn’t a bad guy… It was his timing that was just ALWAYS the worst.
“Out with it, Wilson,” Tony prompted, checking his watch for the date. “Peter will be coming by, and I do want to finish what I’m working on before he gets here.”
“Oh, my beautiful little Petey-Pie. How is he doing, Daddy Stark?” Wade smirked.
“Still mine, Wilson,” Tony reminded.
The first time that Wade had seen Peter in Tony’s apartment, he had been what Tony could only describe as obsessed. It was frustrating that Wade was constantly flirting. Wade was honorable enough to not actually do anything more than say a few inappropriate words or touch with a hand on a shoulder or arm. Tony knew that Wade wouldn’t go any further, and, for that, Tony was incredibly thankful.
“I know, I know, you never let me forget it,” Wade huffed. “I’ll just have to keep visiting him in my dreams.”
Tony pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a deep exhale. “Listen, I really don’t have time to be hanging out right now…”
“We have the option to hang out!? ” Wade butted in. “Oh the things we could do! We could get face masks, braid each other’s hair, bake pot brownies…” Wade’s voice trailed off for a moment. “You could hire people for that, couldn’t you? Real spa treatment, right?”
“Wade…”
Wade gasped at the use of his first name. “Ok, ok, I get it, put a pin in girls’ night. I can email you my schedule another time. So, onto business,” Wade continued, clapping his hands.
“Finally,” Tony groaned. For a moment, Wade stayed silent, and, when Tony looked over at him, Tony was taken aback by the sudden serious look on Wade’s face. “What’s happened?”
Wade let out a deep sigh. “No matter how much I love coming to see you, I really wish that I wasn’t here right now... Under these circumstances.”
“What circumstances?” Tony asked, getting worried. “Please, spit it out.”
Wade stood abruptly and started pacing, half-ignoring Tony as he muttered to himself. “I honestly never thought that this was something that he would be capable of. I mean, he’s so cute and sweet, and smart and… Fuck, why do I need to be the one to tell him this? We were close to becoming besties. As soon as he knows, I’m never gonna be allowed up here again. I want the spa. God, I need the spa after this.”
“Wade!” Tony called out, breaking Wade’s train of thought. “Just tell me what I need to know.”
Taking a deep breath, Wade reached behind himself, pulled out a folded manila envelope, and pressed it into Tony’s hands. “Wait for me to leave before you see what’s in there. I’m sorry to be the one to tell you…”
“Tell me what?” Tony pressed.
“Everything is in the envelope. It’s date and time stamped. It will explain far more than what I could ever try and say. And, if I did tell you, you wouldn’t believe me.” Wade stepped back and clapped a hand on Tony’s shoulder before he walked away. When he stepped into the elevator, he turned and called out, “I’ll email you my schedule, and we can have girls’ night, sweetie. I’ll bring the tequila.”
Before Tony could ask anymore questions, the elevator door closed, and the whirring sound it made screeched through Tony’s brain. He was mostly unnerved by the seriousness that he had gotten out of Wade, even for that short moment. Even when the man was tracking down and most likely killing someone, Wade Wilson was still able to crack jokes and find the fun in life, but tonight? Whatever was in this envelope couldn’t be good.
Tony sat down and held the envelope in a tight grip, going over what he could hear of Wade’s muttering. ‘He’. Who was he? And what could ‘he’ have done that was bad enough to shock a mentally unstable mercenary? Tony knew that he needed to open the envelope and see what this was all about, but he was scared. He could count on one hand the number of people that he could truly trust. After what Obadiah had done to him, all those years ago, Tony had closed himself off and only showed himself to a select few: Pepper, Happy, Rhodey, and Peter. With how Wade was acting, it had to be one of them – barring Pepper, of course. Tony didn’t want to see what Wade had discovered – it would probably destroy him – but he knew that he needed to.
Tony got up and headed to the wet bar. Without letting go of the envelope, Tony grabbed a glass, then the scotch, and poured himself a couple of fingers, which he quickly downed. He then poured more in the glass – way more than socially acceptable – and put the stopper back onto the decanter. As he stepped away, Tony turned and looked at the crystal container, shook his head, and put down the glass. He decided to pick up the decanter, holding it in the crook of his arm, and grabbed the full glass again before he made his way back to the sofa. Tony placed the glass and decanter down, then put the envelope beside them.
Picking the glass back up, Tony took several gulps of the liquid, letting the burn soak in his throat and down into his chest. All the while, he couldn’t take his eyes off of the envelope. The fingers of his free hand drummed on his thigh with both anticipation and nervousness. They were itching to open that envelope and put him out of his misery, but would it do that? He was pretty sure that this revelation would do nothing more than cause misery. So, here he was, drinking way more than he had in years, and just a few moments away from having his life changed forever.
Downing the last of his drink, Tony placed the glass on the table and quickly refilled it. After putting the decanter back down, Tony finally picked up the envelope. His hands shook, while the rest of his body tensed up as he stared at the brown paper between his fingers.
It’s now or never , Tony thought to himself as he flipped the envelope over and fingered the closure. Better get this over with.
Within the envelope were a series of photographs, of which the subject matter made the scotch in Tony’s stomach churn. He felt as though he was going to be sick. Considering the fact that he’d barely eaten, and was now running on pure booze and what remaining caffeine he’d consumed that day, that wasn’t difficult. What Tony found himself staring at was definitely the catalyst that could force all of that out of Tony. He swallowed down the urge to vomit, needing to see exactly what Wade had discovered; he needed to see every single photo. No matter how much his heart tore apart with each flip of a photograph, Tony needed to see it all. His hands wouldn’t stop shaking, no matter how much he wanted to steady them to see the images clearly.
With every photo, Tony’s eyes flicked to the date and time stamps in the bottom corner, and, as time went on, he worked out that this spanned across several months. Several months. At first, Tony wanted to curse Wade for not bringing this to his attention sooner, but the small voice in the back of his mind knew that Tony wouldn’t have believed him as much with only a couple of photos. He would have explained it away, blinded by love, and made some kind of excuse for the very obvious and incriminating evidence. There was no way that he could do it now because there were too many images from different days to deny what had been happening.
Betrayed. Tony had been betrayed by the one he loved the most.
Unable to just flick through them anymore, Tony slid to the edge of the sofa and off onto his knees, laying out each photograph on the table until the entire surface of it was covered. There were so many that they overlapped, but nothing could cover up what was obviously going on. The corner of one photo couldn’t cover up the embrace in another, nor the exposed skin, or even the faces contorted in pleasure. One particular face that should be reserved for Tony and Tony alone.
Tony’s head started to pound as the gravity of the situation really started to weigh on him. His eyes flitted between the photos, always zeroing in on the more… explicit of them. Tony’s eyes filled with tears, but he scrubbed them away as quickly as he could. He refused to let the hurt get to him like that . He refused to let them get the satisfaction of knowing that he had cried. Tony’s hurt bubbled over and quickly turned to anger... Anger that he had been tricked like this. Anger that he had allowed himself to open up like he had and let another person in. Anger that he had let in someone who had the audacity to tell him that they love him over and over while SCREWING SOMEONE ELSE.
Well, that was it... This would end, and it would end on Tony’s terms. Tony downed more of his scotch and let out a small, dark chuckle.
Maybe I will have to take Wade up on that girls’ night, as a thank you for opening my eyes. I’d say he deserves it.
Tony never thought that he would trust a psychotic mercenary over the one he thought was his forever, but as tonight had proven, anything could happen.
o.O
Hours later when the elevator doors opened once more, the penthouse was shrouded in darkness. Only the lights from the other few, tall buildings in the window nearby gave the miniscule illumination that allowed Tony’s mostly-adjusted eyes to still see everything that was laid out before him. Tony’s breath quickened as he heard steps along the marble floors, and he couldn’t help but flinch when he heard the voice of the one person that he wanted to see most and least right now.
“J.A.R.V.I.S., is Tony in the lab?” Peter asked.
“He’s in the living area,” J.A.R.V.I.S. responded flatly.
Tony’s lips tipped into a smirk. He may be an A.I., but J was still able to show his distaste very easily. It was something that Tony was incredibly proud of, and he would have given himself a pat on the back if he weren’t so damn pissed. He gave a small nod to J.A.R.V.I.S. at the fact that he hadn’t addressed Peter as formally as he usually would. At least, Tony had someone on his side here.
“Oh, cool,” Peter replied, his steps moving faster through the penthouse. “Hey, J.A.R.V.I.S., could you turn the lights on?”
“I’d rather you didn’t, J,” Tony spoke, finally breaking his silence and alerting Peter to where he was.
“Tony, are you ok?” Peter asked gently. “Why are you sitting in the dark?”
“I thought it was fitting, considering how I’m feeling,” Tony droned, taking another sip of his drink. Had he had too much? Probably. Did he care? Fuck no.
Peter continued to move closer to Tony, his steps slightly slower than when he’d first entered. “What’s wrong, did something happen with the design?”
Tony didn’t respond. He simply sat and listened to Peter getting closer. When Peter came to a stop beside the table, Tony didn’t bother to look up. He continued to sip his drink, savoring the taste as his eyes locked onto a particular picture. The one showing Peter spread out on a bed with his knees almost beside his ears as someone else’s tongue was obviously delved into his ass.
Tony waited until Peter’s gasp broke through the deafening silence. “Tony, I-”
“After what Obie did to me, I always made sure that I kept tabs on everyone close to me,” Tony began. “I had to make sure that I knew everything , so that I couldn’t be surprised like that again.” Tony took a sip of scotch and placed the glass on the table before he continued. “And I mean everyone . They don’t know that I do it, but I do. Well, everyone except one person.”
“I don’t-”
“I was so sure that I could place my trust in you, Peter. So sure… that I refused to put the same surveillance on you. Did you know that J.A.R.V.I.S. tried to tell me that I was making a mistake? He even tried to go against what I said. It only took me a couple of days to find the file that he was making on you, and I immediately shut it down, deleted the files, and edited his programming so that he could never do that again. Because you would never do something to hurt me, would you?” Tony finally turned his head toward Peter and settled his hazy eyes on the young man. “You’re too good and sweet to do something to hurt me.” Tony let out a deep sigh. “How wrong I was. I bet J.A.R.V.I.S. is biting his coded tongue on the ‘I told you so’.”
“It’s… it’s not what you think,” Peter whispered, “I lo-”
“Don’t,” Tony cut in. “You’re a smart guy, Peter, and you know how smart I am, despite my apparent idiotic actions. There’s nothing you can say to me to get out of what I know now. All this time, I thought you were mine. I loved you, cared for you, provided for you , and you’re out there making a complete fool of me.”
“I didn’t mean to…”
“Didn’t mean to, what?” Tony asked, standing from his seat on the floor. Despite the alcohol, he managed to keep himself steady as he slowly stalked toward Peter. “Did you slip and fall on his dick… continuously… for months!? ”
With every forward step that Tony made, Peter took one backward, trying to plead with Tony to listen to his bullshit explanations. They both kept moving until Peter’s back was pressed against the wall, and Tony crowded his space, pressing his arm across Peter’s throat to cut off Peter’s musings.
“I bet you’re wondering how I found out,” Tony spoke. “Wade Wilson, our favorite little nuisance,” he chuckled. “And to think, if you hadn’t led him on as much as you did, shaking your ass, wearing those tight clothes, maybe he wouldn’t have found himself following you like a lost puppy, and then we wouldn’t be here. But you did. And I know you liked the attention that he gave you, didn’t you?”
“I- I didn’t…”
“Don’t lie to me, Peter. I’ve got a table full of your lies. You loved it. I was the one who hated it, and, in hindsight, I should have been able to see the kind of person that you were just from how you acted, but I was blinded by my love for you. So, I let you carry on as you did because I trusted you.”
“I’m sorry,” Peter whimpered.
“Are you?” Tony said, tilting his head as he raised his eyebrow. “Because, from what I can see, you didn’t look sorry when you were laughing and walking hand-in-hand with him . You didn’t look sorry when you had his cock in your throat or ass. Hell, you looked pretty fucking pleased with yourself.”
“Please,” Peter croaked as Tony’s arm pressed harder.
“Please, what? Please believe you?” Tony watched Peter’s eyes, able to tell that’s exactly what Peter meant. “Why would I believe you? Everything you have ever told me was a lie.”
“Not everything,” Peter tried.
Tony scoffed. “Sure. Now tell me, how long were you planning to keep this going on? And don’t tell me that it’s new or any of that other bullshit, I have months worth of proof on that table, and I know that that isn’t the beginning. What was I to you? A cash cow? A roof over your head? What?!”
“I don’t know,” Peter frowned.
Tony studied Peter’s face and watched as the tears fell down his cheeks. Peter’s hands were prone at his sides, unable to wipe them away, and, for a moment, Tony followed each tear as they formed and fell. Tony knew those tears weren’t for him. Peter’s tears were only for himself and the fact that he’d been caught. That thought only made Tony’s anger increase from a simmer to a boiling point. He didn’t know why he kept talking, because all he really needed to do was tell Peter to fuck off, get him out of the tower, and never see him again. But something burning inside of Tony to keep going. It was probably hurting him more by keeping Peter in his presence, but there was something he needed to know.
“Were you with him tonight?” Tony asked, his voice deceptively calm, compared to the way that he was holding Peter.
“Tony-”
“TELL ME!” Tony shouted.
“Yes,” Peter cried.
Tony groaned and released Peter, who immediately placed his hands on either side of Tony’s face to hold Tony’s gaze.
“Tony, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you, I swear. Bucky, he–” Peter sniffed. “We were together a long time ago, and he reached out when he got back into town. I didn’t mean for this to happen. I’ll… I’ll end it. I wanna be with you, I love you,” Peter pleaded and leaned in to press his lips to Tony’s.
It wasn’t the words or the lies, it was the kiss that made Tony snap. Wrenching his lips away from the kiss, Tony tightly gripped Peter’s wrists and held them behind Peter’s back before he spun Peter around and slammed him into the wall.
“Did you honestly think that would work?! Did you think I would tell you how much you’d hurt me and you could kiss it better? Did you think we could go back to normal after what you’ve done?!” Tony leaned down close to Peter’s ear, voice filled with venom. “Did you come straight here after he fucked you?”
Peter’s sob was enough of an answer.
“You thought you could come home to me, stretched out by another man’s cock, and play happy families?” Tony scoffed. “You’ve probably done it enough times, and you thought that you’d have no problems.”
With Peter’s wrists gripped tightly in one hand, Tony used his other to rip down Peter’s pants and underwear. Peter cried out as Tony pressed his body against Peter’s, forcing Peter harder into the wall. He slid his fingers between Peter’s cheeks and ignored Peter’s whimper. Pulling back, his fingers were slick and sticky, making Tony grimace.
Lifting his fingers to wipe them across Peter’s cheek, Tony asked, “How many times have you come home to me with another man’s cum dripping from your ass?”
Tony ignored the whimper that Peter let out, and he watched as Peter’s face was contorted in disgust at the fluids that were mixing with his free-falling tears. For a moment, Tony thought that he should feel bad – this wasn’t him, this wasn’t how he dealt with these situations – but he couldn’t. He was so overwhelmed with his pain that it had manifested into uncontrollable anger. He didn’t care about how much Peter was hurting right now. In Tony’s clouded mind, Peter deserved to feel like this. It was Peter’s fault that they were in this situation. If Peter had been man enough to end it, or kept it in his pants, they wouldn’t be doing this.
When Tony took a deep breath, he breathed in Peter’s scent. “You even fucking smell like him,” Tony said through gritted teeth. “Were you planning on showering before you came to see me?” When Peter didn’t answer, Tony pressed him harder into the wall. “Were you?”
“Yes,” Peter whimpered.
“Fuck, Peter. I really can’t wait for you to get out of my life,” Tony whispered, loosening his hold on Peter a little.
Peter seemed to take that as a dismissal and nodded. “I- I understand. I’m sorry for how this all happened.” He tried to pull his hands from Tony’s grip, but Tony had other ideas.
For some reason, this dark, twisted, hurt version of Tony was taking pleasure from having Peter, fearful and crying, under his control. Something in him, through this whole situation, was making him hard. A voice that should have been in the back of his mind was now unrestrained, and it was telling Tony what to do. Peter had been selfish. Throughout their entire relationship, Peter had taken whatever he wanted from whomever he wanted. He took from Tony and stole Tony’s heart, and Peter didn’t deserve it. Tony deserved the chance to take something from Peter in return.
Before Peter could get out of Tony’s grasp, he tightened his hold and pressed Peter back into the wall with his whole body. “Where do you think you’re going?” He heard and felt Peter’s gasp when he ground his now-hard cock between Peter’s ass.
“I… I should go,” Peter spoke quietly.
“Not yet.” Tony reached between their bodies and unbuckled his belt. “You have always gotten whatever you want.” Tony popped the button of his pants. “Now… it’s my turn.” Tony unzipped his pants and shucked them, along with his underwear, just enough for his cock to spring free. “You owe me this one, Peter.”
At Tony’s words, Peter cried out and started to move, thrashing against Tony’s hold, but Tony’s anger thrummed through him, making him seem stronger. Peter’s pathetic attempts at escape only made Tony harder, as he gave himself a couple of strokes before lining himself up with Peter’s hole.
For a moment, the contact of the head of Tony’s cock against Peter’s slick hole brought forth memories of the times that they had had together; every time they had made love, and how sliding into Peter was like coming home. Peter’s thrashing and the clenching of his ass caused liquid to dribble onto Tony’s cock, and it snapped Tony out of his mind and back into the present. It wasn’t just lube that he could feel, but it was someone else’s cum leaking from his boyfriend’s ass.
Tony ignored the pleas and apologies as he slammed into Peter. Even with the lube and cum – despite the fact that it wasn’t long ago that Peter was spread open – it was still a tight squeeze. As Peter screamed, Tony leaned forward and bit into Peter’s shoulder, uncaring of whether he broke the skin or not; this was not the time for playful nibbles. Tony clenched his teeth around Peter’s skin to stifle the groan that he let out.
Without waiting for Peter to get used to the intrusion – he didn’t deserve it, and didn’t need it, since he was freshly fucked – Tony dragged his hips back and slammed back in, setting the most brutal pace that he could manage. There were no thoughts in Tony’s mind as his hurt and anger pounded in his ears, drowning out the begging and screaming that was coming from Peter. All that he could focus on was his rage, and how the only way that he could see getting rid of it would be to fuck it into Peter. Hard and fast, Tony’s hips hammered into Peter enough to bruise. Tony was somehow out of control, yet with a sound mind, and he didn’t give a flying fuck.
At some point, Tony could feel that Peter had given up his fight a little, so he let go of Peter’s wrists. He had obviously underestimated Peter’s resolve, because, as soon as his hands were free, Peter tried to break away once more. Anger surged through Tony. He grasped Peter’s hip with one hand, while he reached around with the other and grabbed hold of Peter’s throat to drag Peter’s body against his chest. Peter frantically palmed the wall, trying to find something to hold onto, something that could get him out of Tony’s hold, but it was bare… His efforts were futile.
Resuming his thrusting, Tony gripped Peter’s throat tighter, and Tony felt like he could come when he heard Peter’s breathing started to stutter. Peter’s hands immediately went to Tony’s wrist, scratching, pulling, and trying to get Tony to release him, but, no matter the physical pain that came from the nails in Tony’s skin, Tony wouldn’t relent. All he did was continue on, using Peter’s throat as leverage to pull Peter harder onto his cock as their hips met without mercy.
“Pl-please,” Peter wheezed.
“Fuck, Peter. I used to think that you sounded so pretty when you begged me for more, but this is something else. You’ve done this before, haven’t you? Is this how you like it with Bucky? Is this what you wanted me to do?” Tony growled, glancing over Peter’s shoulder to see Peter’s hard dick slapping against his stomach. “It was, wasn’t it?” he panted. “I wasn’t rough enough with you. I gave you everything, and all you wanted was to be fucked like the slut. You. Are.”
Tony punctuated the last few words with particularly hard thrusts that made Peter scream for Tony to stop; screams that fell on deaf ears. Tony could feel himself getting close, especially with Peter’s lack of oxygen that was making him clench around Tony, and the pleasure was getting to be too much. Before, Tony was a generous lover, and he would always make Peter come as many times as he could. He always gave Peter everything that he had before finally succumbing to his own pleasure, but this monster inside him was selfish. This was no longer something between lovers either. This was fucking. Fucking to take .
It was only a few more thrusts before Tony groaned, and his cock twitched, pumping his release into Peter to mingle with the evidence of Peter’s infidelity. Without anything further than that, not caring if Peter had come or not, Tony pulled out, released Peter’s throat, and stepped back to let Peter bonelessly drop onto the floor and gasp for breath as Peter cried. Not sparing a glance in Peter’s direction, Tony tucked himself away and walked over to the table, pouring himself a fresh drink.
Every bit of anger seemed to have flown out of him through his cock, and he was left as just a shell; a husk of the person he had been moments ago. For just a moment, he was devoid of any emotion, but he could tell that he was on the edge of a breakdown. He needed to get out of this room, and he needed Peter gone. He refused to let Peter see the tears that he knew would eventually fall.
After a sip of his drink, he glanced at where Peter laid in a ball with his pants still around his ankles and ass leaking onto the marble floor. “Get out, Peter. I’m sure Bucky will be happy to have you to himself now,” Tony said flatly. Unable to look at the man he’d loved anymore, Tony turned his attention to look out the windows and at the city beneath him. “I’ve already canceled all the cards that I gave you. Everything has been shut down. The minute you step outside, your access to everything of mine will be revoked... Have a nice life.”
With that, Tony turned and made his way toward his lab. There was no way that he was sleeping in the master suite in the bed that they had shared together. He’d settle for an uncomfortable night on the lab cot, and tomorrow, well, he’d deal with everything then.
“J, make sure he leaves,” Tony uttered once the doors closed.
“Of course, sir,” J.A.R.V.I.S. confirmed. “Sir, forgive me for overstepping, but shall I get Miss Potts on the line?”
Tony sighed, his shoulders slumping. “Please.”