Tony couldn't help the snicker that slipped out at Nick's talent, and drew his legs up further away from Nick so he didn't have something to easily reach and break. He wasn't sure he could keep from telling Steve, Wanda, Sheila, or his next press audience if the opportunity arose, but he wasn't particularly enthusiastic about crafting gifts, either. It might have been easier to take from someone so much less likely to cry when Tony wasn't enthusiastic, though. Crafters were usually weepers. Hell, it might even be a badass scarf. The secret became tenuously safe.
"My first proper date, with everything planned and official invitations were presented and I got a kiss out of it, was ice skating in Central Park, right before my thirteenth birthday, totally chaperoned by her parents who refused to see me ever again after that. I think I probably hit on her mom," Tony explained, pouting thoughtfully. He couldn't remember the girl's name.