"Hey," Tony said again, feeling it grate in his throat this time as it tightened in panic at the sight of Jess' venom blasts. "Woah, hey," he continued as he surged up onto his knees, putting his own hands up in surrender, totally unarmed, see, not a threat here. "It's me, Jessie, we're at my place. Nothing happened, if that's what you're...freaking out about-- not nothing, actually, but nothing like--" he tried to placate, flicking a very fast finger between them and hoping that was just enough illustration for her to understand and also not get any more angry. "Funny story," he rushed to explain, forcing a wry grin before his brow knit at he shook his head, no, not funny, nothing here was funny, this was all very serious, Jess was right. About everything. "After you came here, you remember that? You came, on your own, this is where you're supposed to be, Bruce called me up and said you were in some trouble and he had this wild idea to, you know, just drop in on you, see. It was Bruce, and I'm just, here, looking out for you."