Making deals, kissing people, one hell of a business.
“Oh god,” Tony breathed, shifting against the rubble still pooling around him as the suit crouched down low, all but straddling him.
“Jarvis will do, sir.” His suit replied, shifting closer.
Tony felt his breath catch at the familiar voice; his body shuddering and relaxing in spite of himself.
“Oh fuck,” he whispered, fingers touching timidly at the cool metal of the faceplate.
“Don’t worry, sir, I will.”