"Oh, so that's why you asked me out when it's not a school night, then?" She laughed softly, so obviously it was the answer she expected. With nimble fingers used to picking up after small children, she plucked the glass out of his hand and took a sip, wedging the glass between her knees before tugging his shirt over his head.

Oh. It wasn't what she expected. He had far more scrapes and bruises than she expected and her face fell a little at the sight. She brushed a finger tip across one of the scrapes, too focused on the fact that he was hurt to really pay much mind to the arc reactor. "Tony."