Tony/Sharon
Sharon watched Tony carefully as he spoke. She read between the lines: he'd lost someone. Probably a lot of someones, considering how many years he'd been here. Someones who meant a great deal to him. The heart that had grown closed off and possibly cold over so much time on her own melted just a little, and she wanted to stay. To hang out with Tony Stark, and be a support for him. And that was the weirdest thing she'd experienced all day.
Before she had a chance to say something about it, the elevator doors opened and the AI's voice rang out gently in the elevator.
"Thank you, Friday," Sharon repeated the sentiment, and then turned to Tony with a tired smile. "I think I can make it." She willed her feet to move, and God damn it, she was limping a little as she headed down the hall, looking at the doors. She found the one marked three, then turned to give Tony a quick thumbs-up before trying the handle.