True, it had been a pleasing sort of shock when Tony had managed to make Bucky do a noise that was close to laughing, or maybe was laughing -- not like he really had a point of reference. It'd looked good on the guy though, and it was pretty clear that there was at least one person in town that kept him in smiles so that was nice, at least. It was always good to have someone.
Speaking of, "Yeah, I'd say it's gone now. Everyone seems fine again. The kids, Steve, you. Et cetera. Frankly, I'm think it had something to do with the onslaught of soup that Clint was offering up." He didn't really look up what what he was doing -- the panels on Bucky's arm were tricky little things. It was fine though -- Tony had mastered the art of working and chattering all at once forever ago, and he liked to think he was pretty good at it. Usually.