Natasha might be rolling her eyes at the top of the bleachers, but Tony actually looked hurt. That seemed counter intuitive. Nothing ever seemed to phase him. He wore his masks well, maybe a little too well, but he certainly wasn’t the emotional type. Right?

Rather than get angry, or have a snappy comment, Tony simply nodded and left, a little like his head was mounted on a hinge and all he could do was nod up and down again.

Knowing he’d messed up and acknowledging that mess up were two different things. Last night fixed him in the off position, though, and now he was paying for it.