Her help was shrugged away, but Tony smiled for the offer. He could maybe get over being knocked down, but he could at least keep the pride of being able to get himself back up. Of course she was leaving, and of course she was going to be fine, but she had a lower standard of what fine was. Her fine was probably Tony's worst day. Her fine was probably this day. He was tugging on his shirt again, smoothing it down with a hand passing over his stomach that he watched like this took his full concentration.
"You'll be back to save my ass next time, right?" he finally asked, looking up at her through his lashes and smirking. Thinking about a new, unnamed vigilante in the Daily Bugle in red leather.