"Way ahead of you, sweetheart," Tony assured her, giving a double take when his glance back was revealed to be hardly sufficient to take in the transformation. The slowly assembling machinery he had been observing would still be slowly assembling in a few minutes, so he could savor the view already well put together right next to him. He wasn't really sure how each of the dynamic parts of Sue Storm fit together-- the Invisible Woman, the biochemist, the prodigy, the awkward flirt and the oblivious lady, the nurturer and the self-conscious little girl-- she was, somehow, all of those things, and she was quite good at, if a little obvious in her execution, keeping Tony just far enough away from figuring it all out. This could have been his chance.
"So, now that I've got you in a mud pit in a foreign country, do you think this is the single most inappropriate place to ask you what exactly has you feeling underappreciated?" he ventured, aware of the vulnerability that came with the admittance from the way she had behaved even in the security of his office, but grinning and offering a reassuring hand on her back. They were a little unsteady in the mud, anyway, so it was an entirely (mostly) (shallowly) chivalrous gesture to keep his palm held against her bared skin. "Or we could wrestle. Is that more appropriate?"