Tony really had a bad habit of getting involved in fights that weren’t strictly his. What the hell, call it a gift. As a rule, white knights weren’t supposed to smell this heavily of scotch, but whatever. Winston was an airbag, and Tony had little to no patience for the man anyway. He was fake as that old lady’s weave from earlier, and while he and Emma had a ridiculously sarcastic friendship, it was a friendship of a sorts and you didn’t leave someone in that situation.
Well, not without catching hell for it later.
Striding forward, he purposefully grabbed Pepper’s hand (after all, what was the point of being a hero if you weren’t showing off for the hot girl just a little?) and tapped Winston on the shoulder. “Hey, Winston,” Tony said in that ridiculously casual and likely insulting to the older man tone he reserved for special occasions like this. “You got a second?”