The touch wasn't patronizing or presumptuous or anything else really. It just was. It was grounding, and it was a comfort that Tony never would have asked for and Natasha knew that he would need. He would appreciate it silently, but not say anything about it because sometimes, that was the best option.
He pulled his knees up, rested his hands on them and tilted his head back to look up at the sky and steady himself while she pulled her phone out and took the time to get to whatever she was looking for.
And frankly, there was no amount of steadying that would have helped Tony when he looked back down at her phone when she lifted it for him to see. It was like a punch in the gut, the kind that was so hard that you forgot how to breathe for a moment.
Morgan was beautiful. She was perfect in a way that he wouldn't even have dared imagine, with her dark hair and eyes, and her baby fat cheeks that somehow heightened her pleased expression. He was in love immediately. Probably the same way that the Tony in that photograph had been, too.
He didn't even really realize he was crying until his eyes got too blurry to see properly and Tony quickly swiped at his eyes. "What kind of idiot was I to get plastic ones in the first place?" He asked, and there was zero bravado in his tone, it was obvious he was wrecked about it.