He had turned away, chin up defiantly, not giving in to her heartless taunting. Toni could be a princess all she wanted, and Cassie wasn't going to make Tony cry about it. His head had to snap back suddenly at the sound, eyebrows raised inquisitively for the contact. He didn't realize when they had started being friendly, but it was hard to ignore now. She had gotten under his skin with that holiday memory. He didn't realize there was room left to reach out and squeeze his heart when she offered him the ring.
He managed to take it gently enough, slouching over it and watching it as he twisted it in his fingers, trying to remember where he was the day they got it because he only remembered Steve pulling him aside and hurriedly explaining the gift to him as she unwrapped the delicate box. He had offered Steve a drink. That was deja vu-- it was the same memory about the gift that had hit him at Cassie's wake, touching her hand and finding the ring to be buried with her.
"How did you get this?" It was his voice that was small then, directed down at the ring, looking so tiny in Iron Man's hands. It dawned on him then that this wasn't only toying with Cassie's memory; Tony had long since said his goodbyes to that little girl. The lump in his throat was for the whole team then, and how quickly it had dissolved when she was gone. Staring at the ring, he wanted to call Steve, or just show up at his place because Tony didn't really have anything to say.