Tony/Sharon
Tony eyed her when she mentioned the alternative. It wasn't great, it wasn't perfect, but it was definitely better than that. By far.
"Yep, vetted and rebuilt small scale. Ground up." Tony stood up and looked down at her, his gaze following her gesturing. He openly winced, and that's coming from someone who got battered around inside a tin can for a few years. "Ouch. Noted. Bruce heads the medical clinic. If it's healing up, you can still have him check it out. Hit him up on the network."
He hesitated, not being the most touchy-feely person on the planet. A hand was held out, and he nodded like he was up to the task..
"You can lean on me if you need it, and we'll hobble you to your room. Friday? Need a room for Sharon Carter."
"On it, boss," his assistant responded from overhead.
"Great, thanks." He grinned down at her. "I mean if you need it? If not, I can at least make sure you get there. Only so much coding a guy can do before he goes cross-eyed."