Tony & Darcy
He was sweating buckets. He felt like he did in that restaurant when he had to bolt out to where he parked the suit, because he swore that he was on the verge of passing out or hyperventilating. Only he was somehow managing not to do either of those things. By some miracle or another.
"Ok, ends up our DNA matches. Like family match, that the blood test programming picked up on," Tony said, much slower now that the cat was out of the bag. A deadly serious cat, one that wasn't quipping or sarcastic about any of this situation. "Hear me out. I slept with...whew, it was a lot of people. Not proud of that. I was a mess years ago, before the whole hostage thing in Afghanistan."
And he was a mess after that, in a different way.
"I'm sorry," he continued, "I know this sucks, and I feel like shit for not being around or...even knowing about you. Not until now. But I'd like to? So does Pepper. Morgan wants a sister, so she'd be on board. If you want any of that. And you don't have to answer now, because it's a metric crap ton that I've just dropped on you. You need to process and I'm not gonna be pushy about that."
While it was a load off, he felt even more guilty for not keeping his mouth shut until a better time.