Dutifully, Tony kicked the door shut behind him before a neighbour had the chance to complain about indecency. "I tried to get here sooner but there was this smoking hot red head on 54th that I thought might be more willing to talk to me if I asked for directions. Then I had to go halfway to Times Square before I could turn around. Terrible business," he explained with his forehead leaned against hers and a smirk on his lips. His free hand was already appreciating the native costume, skimming up Raven's back under the shirt to keep her pressed close while they waddled together further into the room where they might find some forgiving surface to collapse onto in each other's arms. The roommate wasn't here, right? She didn't have a 'wandering around in her underpants' relationship with him? As far as Tony knew, that was Raven's general relationship with the world. That was, after all, her most common state by his observation. That couldn't be right. At least, it wasn't right now that he was sober. It was generally spot on when he was drunk, which suggested to him that he might want to think about what kind of relationship he had with Raven, not her roommate. After all, Happy and Pepper hadn't even been seeing each other this long when they got pregnant, that whole marriage thing beforehand notwithstanding.
Jesus christ, was he thinking about Raven pregnant? That was disturbing. The apartment rescued him by running them into a table first, and he quickly gave himself some space to set down his coffee, then round the table and pick it back up again to sip, and set down. She wouldn't even want to ruin her flawless body with that kind of chaos. Would she?