Tony leaned over to gently cup the bridge of his nose with a few fingers. He was seldom one to redden, but this was as close as he had gotten for a long time. Having a fifteen year old insist on reassuring him wasn't something he was sure he could handle.

It was better than Peter insisting on inducing a panic attack, he supposed...

"Okay. Okay. I'm...I'm just gonna take the compliment."