There was only so much sensitivity that Iron Man was capable of storing and applying in a single conversation, and clearly he had about reached that quota by dancing around the issue of Scott Lang instead of crassly musing on the possibilities of his whereabouts. "Terrible idea," he declared bluntly. "Don't worry, you'll have a lot of them in life. That's what you have me for." Not as a shining example of good behaviour, obviously. When was the last time he put a show in at a meeting? Definitely not once on the Sphere. Maybe the hospital could direct him where he should have been going. "I already did all of the shitty things; I learned from my mistakes so you don't have to. That's what uncles are for." It just occurred to him then that she had just censored herself for his sake, and turned to give her to most dubious look the Iron Man's mask could express before it also occurred to him that she probably censored more than naughty words, and that maybe he could have been conscientious enough to do the same. It wasn't likely to happen, but it was the thought that counted. "For example," he continued, "don't turn down the free ride. Trust me, life gets way harder when you have to run your own company-- or, whatever, when you don't have parents bossing you around. Just smile, play at the obedient, reliable...whatever, daughter, so they have no reason not to trust you. Then do the better thing that you know is right when they're not looking. Best of both worlds."