Tony isn't a trusting person at the best of times. When people -his people - are put in harm's way, that carefully maintained facade of easygoing friendliness drops like the Mark I from the sky. Toss in the fact that she just went into a lab in his mansion without permission and just blew up, apparently with her brain, his tech, Tony Stark is not a happy camper.
And, he might be coerced into admitting, a part of his anger is disappointment. He doesn't think there's a person in the mansion who didn't hold out some hope that those ridiculous articles (CAPTAIN AMERICA'S SECRET LOVER REVEALED!) carried some fragment of truth. Since their interdimensional, -universal, -whateveral visitor showed up, Steve has been something Tony doesn't think he's ever really seen from the kid. Happy. Yes, it's irritating that this woman can illicit that particular response from Steve when the rest of the team, after a year, apparently hasn't cut it. Even if she's not romantically involved with the Cap, she's made a difference. That she'd try to duck away in the middle of the night is the worst part.
Tony carefully ignores the fact that he'd do it the same way.
"Clearly," he says, scathing enough to scrape bone. He's drawing breath to let his temper loose on her when Steve, predictably enough, interrupts.
"Don't be angry with her, Tony," Steve says. He sounds like he's falling asleep, and Tony turns to see the med staff packing up a syringe that looks big enough to administer medication to an elephant. The Captain closes his eyes, still talking. "She gave you something to fix."
Tony glares, but it's half-hearted. When he looks back down at Olivia, it's to take her arm and stand her up enough that he can slip an arm under her and lift her up against his chest.
"JARVIS, damage assessment and full model rendered to scale. Download them to my work room."
"Of course, sir," the AI says.
"Attaboy," Steve slurs, consenting to being shifted into a wheelchair with much grunting and struggling from the medics. "You need to relax."
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And, he might be coerced into admitting, a part of his anger is disappointment. He doesn't think there's a person in the mansion who didn't hold out some hope that those ridiculous articles (CAPTAIN AMERICA'S SECRET LOVER REVEALED!) carried some fragment of truth. Since their interdimensional, -universal, -whateveral visitor showed up, Steve has been something Tony doesn't think he's ever really seen from the kid. Happy. Yes, it's irritating that this woman can illicit that particular response from Steve when the rest of the team, after a year, apparently hasn't cut it. Even if she's not romantically involved with the Cap, she's made a difference. That she'd try to duck away in the middle of the night is the worst part.
Tony carefully ignores the fact that he'd do it the same way.
"Clearly," he says, scathing enough to scrape bone. He's drawing breath to let his temper loose on her when Steve, predictably enough, interrupts.
"Don't be angry with her, Tony," Steve says. He sounds like he's falling asleep, and Tony turns to see the med staff packing up a syringe that looks big enough to administer medication to an elephant. The Captain closes his eyes, still talking. "She gave you something to fix."
Tony glares, but it's half-hearted. When he looks back down at Olivia, it's to take her arm and stand her up enough that he can slip an arm under her and lift her up against his chest.
"JARVIS, damage assessment and full model rendered to scale. Download them to my work room."
"Of course, sir," the AI says.
"Attaboy," Steve slurs, consenting to being shifted into a wheelchair with much grunting and struggling from the medics. "You need to relax."
"Shut up, Rogers."