I can see it in their eyes—THEY'VE ALREADY DIED INSIDE.

As expected, your pre-Get Your Gun work is just as excellent. Seriously.

He glances up and meets her eyes for a split second and the words Pepper’s waiting for don’t come, and he returns to his work.

Oh holy hell. This just rips my heart right out.

“And you can take tomorrow off.”

Tony looked up. “Really?”

And this makes me want to cry. (And the drink ... totally my Obi theory.)

and maybe, just maybe, if he was sober enough for it to hurt than (then) he might even care

You throw powerful punches.

Fabulous!