This was why Tony stayed safely inside the suit. Cassie couldn't see him open his mouth, eyebrows raised in simultaneous sympathy and horror that she had not only brought this pain to share with him but sought him out for it. That was desperation. Then again, he was always well suited to distracting with a little glitz and thrill. "I'm not really--" Iron Man started, hands up, thinking it would reassure her that he knew nothing because he wasn't actually an Avenger and just out of the loop, but realized that was just adding personal baggage to the conversation. He could carry his own baggage. "I'm sure if he could, you would be the first person he called, sweetheart," he started again. More casually, because this all was a total non-issue and Cassie was spreading her anxiety around for no reason, he suggested, "The evacuation has been rough on a lot of people, and not just people from Earth. He's probably caught up in being a big damn hero. Come on, that's not news."
Draping an arm around her shoulders to swing her around and lead her down the hallway, moving at least instead of lingering static in the depressing hospital, Iron Man continued, "What about you? Been up top yet, or has mom got you on total lockdown?" That would make Tony's life easier; he had no idea what to buy for a sad fifteen year old that didn't feel like a Valentine's gift. A pony? An experience was much less lightly to fall flat.