"You should always tell me the truth," he gently reprimanded her, though he still held her in both arms securely until the car had pulled up to them smoothly. He opened the back door and offered to help her in.
"C'mon. Let's go back to the tower. The whole thing's a safe room so you can get out of the suit, and we won't have to deal with gawkers." He wanted to take her home, get her a blanket and something to drink. Perhaps hot chocolate, perhaps something stronger. She was shaking even in the armor and he hated how helpless he felt to stop it. He'd meant what he said; if it took dropping half the city on a man like Edward Tony had no problem doing it. He wasn't going to let the man hurt her again, or anybody else for the matter. He only hoped she could forgive him for not avenging her attack when he'd had the chance.