Anthony Edward Stark

If it was that kid again, Tony was going to scream. He just didn't like kids, it had nothing to do with this one in particular and it wasn't personal.

He was sure that his ribs were broken. He knew he had a black eye and a split lip. Breathing hurt but if he curled up on the sofa with the armor as it was now, he might not want to wake back up again.

It was cold here. It was cold and he could see his breath as he turned off the torch to the soldering iron and went to get the door.

"If you don't have scotch then-- Rogers." Color him surprised.