"Don't," Tony warned, acid that would eat through an adamantium brick, the only word Pietro got to understand how much Tony hated him. He shoved Pietro away before he could wrap an arm around him, snatching his wrist from the hold to push both hands against Pietro's chest and step back, dangerously tense and glaring, waiting for the next ploy. He was Sunset's claws and Indries' sneer. He was worse. He thought he could pout and flutter his eyelashes and have Tony falling over himself again, doing all the work, hoping one day he might earn forgiveness and affection and turn that pout into a smile while Pietro laid back and welcomed it all, knowing exactly what he was doing, didn't even have to lift a finger, and asked, 'What else did you miss about me?'. Tony had nothing else to give, and that included being Pietro's obedient bitch guilted and shamed onto his knees because Pietro just felt so sorry for everything and Tony wasn't the one man enough to put it all behind them. He was too fucking old for this.