Gwen Stacy / Tony Stark
Talking about it seemed healthy, Tony thought. It was good to know that neither of them were trying to forget or cover up what had come before, but that they were simply continuing on and adapting to what was now as well. He smiled a little crookedly. "I don't think we have one," he said, "but I believe you. A place that advertises dogs for a dollar has to be good." The thing was, he wasn't even really joking. That place boasted a proper New York vibe, something well loved by the community. "We've got food trucks and carts for that stuff mostly. I'm a fan of those."
And god, the rush of warmth that went through him when this little blonde firecracker threatened to kick Captain America's ass if need be just -- sort of got to him. He smiled, and it meant everything. "Yeah," he agreed and it was nothing but fondness in his tone. "I know you would. Good for you, too, being willing to stand up for others." Gwen was genuinely just... a great kid. Tony'd never quite get over not being able to meet Morgan, but he'd never be sorry about the fact that this was what he got instead. She was worth it.
"I've got a little work to do on the firework set up yet," he told her. "Go hang out with your pals, have a drink or two and pretend I didn't see, huh?"