[ You say not punch him, but is it the truth there, Steve? Is it? Either way, Tony can tell when someone is pushing because they think they have something to sell and when someone is pushing because there is a tremor of something else beneath it all. And, in this city? Tony isn't all that surprised that he senses more of the latter in this instance.
The grin on Tony's face doesn't falter, even as the promoter clearly takes what he is saying as some sort of challenge; if anything, it sharpens. However, whatever Tony might have poised on the tip of his tongue (something razor sharp and scathing, the dredges of protectiveness rising up in him and turning pointed when then man implies Steve as being someone who needs help, even if it's true) fall away at the weight of the hand on his shoulder.
Turning around, eyebrow raised, Tony regards Steve for a moment, eyes dark and unreadable before he deflates just a little.]
If you insist, darling. I suppose we can go show this poor blind fool just how amazing we are, mmmm?
[ Hollow. There is an echo in his words, in his eyes, but Tony puts on a good show. ]
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The grin on Tony's face doesn't falter, even as the promoter clearly takes what he is saying as some sort of challenge; if anything, it sharpens. However, whatever Tony might have poised on the tip of his tongue (something razor sharp and scathing, the dredges of protectiveness rising up in him and turning pointed when then man implies Steve as being someone who needs help, even if it's true) fall away at the weight of the hand on his shoulder.
Turning around, eyebrow raised, Tony regards Steve for a moment, eyes dark and unreadable before he deflates just a little.]
If you insist, darling. I suppose we can go show this poor blind fool just how amazing we are, mmmm?
[ Hollow. There is an echo in his words, in his eyes, but Tony puts on a good show. ]