“Oh good,” Tony blithely continued, ignoring the older man and continuing to talk over the increasingly awkward family discussion.
“You remember Reed Richards, right? That whole mess with his kid. Got in all the papers, stock dipped what, a record wasn’t it? Hundreds of points.” His voice was pitched just low enough that only Winston, Emma and Pepper could really hear, but for all of the calm tone there was just a hint of malice.
And if he was strictly honest with himself, intense amusement.
“All because of a little scandal in the tabloids. Far be it from me to give business advice to such a venerable man as yourself, but you might want to shut the hell up and leave your daughter alone.” His hand squeezed Pepper’s just slightly, hoping she got his intent. Granted, it was pretty damn obvious, but hell, if she wanted to chime in, he wouldn’t mind.
And, again in the interest of honesty, pretty fucking hot if she dressed him down.