Annie was pretty glad that Tony was the guy he was, and not somebody who would willingly make weapons that would destroy everything at once. She was also glad that he was the sort who learned from mistakes and wouldn't let weapons get into the wrong hands. Or even let them be made in his company anymore.
He could probably come up with some really horrible things if he wanted to.
"Cheated on him and he asked her to marry him?" That was weird to Annie. She didn't care who it was, she would never stay with somebody who did that to her. No matter what the situation was, she didn't want to deal with how that would feel. How looking at that person every day would feel.
Annie hadn't meant to imply that she wanted Bruce out of the building, just Enigma, or really even that he should break up with the redhead, though it did bum her out a little bit that neither one was going to be happening any time soon.
"I feel kind of bad for him. He sounds like such a nice guy, and she is just... not nice. From what I have heard anyway." Part of what Tony said hit her and she narrowed her eyes a bit. "In your lap and begging?"
Sure, Annie had no real claim over Tony before tonight - and she wasn't totally confident that her claim would go past tonight - but she couldn't help but hate a little bit that the redhead had tried to come on to him. Not just because of how she felt about Tony, but because she was supposed to be with Bruce.
She was going to say something about it, too, thankfully his mouth stopped her.
All the thoughts about the girl causing the problems started to fade from her mind as Tony kissed her again. She felt like she was melting from the inside. Her ex boyfriend had never kissed her like this. Actually, nobody had ever kissed her like this. Annie really liked it.
She grinned at the compliments he was paying her, eyes half lidded. There wasn't even a chance for her to respond to any of it before his lips were on her neck. Annie felt like she was on fire. In a really good way, of course.
In her attempt to turn a little so she could have a better angle, Annie's fingers ended up in the creme. She almost got up to go wash them off, when her brain gave her a much better idea. With a little squirming, she was straddling Tony's lap, a mischievous look in her eye.