"Yeah, she's okay. Kind of. She and Happy broke up and there's the whole... press and... lawsuit stuff..."
God, he was going to have to tell him, wasn't he?
"I'm really, really sorry, Mr Stark." The words spilled out before he could stop them, and once he'd started it was hard to stop. "I know you left me EDITH - which was really, really cool of you, by the way. Thanks so much. But I didn't know what I was doing and then this guy Beck, he used to work for you, he arrived and we all thought he was a superpowered alternate-universe guy called Mysterio and he was really nice. Like, he gave me advice on girls and powers stuff and whatever. So I thought he was my friend and he was going to, you know, save the world from the elementals and everything. And I figured, you must have meant you wanted me to decide who should have EDITH, and... I gave her to him."
He didn't really want to look at Tony when he admitted that, instead staring stubbornly over his shoulder at the gleaming surroundings of the ship. Everything that had happened afterwards - the people who had gotten hurt, everything that had gone wrong - had been because of that one decision he'd made.
"But he wasn't, obviously. He was using all the drones to fake alien monsters and he blew up like, Venice and London and it was a whole big thing. And I managed to stop him in the end but there was like, a lot of damage and people got hurt and - well, just before he died he must have sent off this video to the press and it looked like, really bad. And he told them all who I was, so now I'm like, super famous, but not really in a good way, and we had to move out of our apartment and now I take the back stairwell to Spanish."