The young man notably deflated at these words, but still looked rather at a loss as to what to say. He didn't have an information, Father didn't tell him shit unless they were about to go on a mission, and even then, it was the bare minimum. But again, who would believe that? He certainly wouldn't, in Iron Man's place, and he swallowed, shifting as best he could away from his rather foreboding presence.
"...I don't know what you want me to tell you," he mumbled, this time in a far rebellious tone.