The last thing Tony expected to feel at the sight of tears in a girl's eyes was relief, and maybe it was completely inappropriate, but he smiled as Cassie tried to muffle her sobs, bright and so completely cathartic. There could have been a million awful things that made Cassie cry then, but she was doing it here where Tony could help her, with all of that behind her, and none of it so bad that she couldn't release it or that she hadn't shown up at all. With warm, human hands, rough as they were, he touched her chin and shooed her hands away to push her tears from her cheeks, the Iron Man dripping away and turning soft.
"What are you crying about?" he chastised, "Everything's okay." She could argue if she wanted, there was a lot that wasn't okay, but none of it mattered. Everything important was okay, Tony meant, correcting, "Everyone's okay," and anything else would follow. There shouldn't have been a second that he doubted Cassie would be back, Tony realized that now, blinking until his vision stopped blurring. She was the girl back from the dead, after all, who fought relentlessly for the last slice of pizza if she got it in her head that it was hers. He would be honoured to have her on his side the day they faced the devil.