Tony scoffed, whipping his head back in Peter's direction. "Who's ignoring you, Peter? What do you call what we're doing right now? Or, specifically, what we were doing five minutes ago before this. Also, don't say you're not mad at me anymore. You should be, and we both know it. Hell, gimme the list. You've obviously got one."

Tony's fight-or-flight was kicking in, and he knew it. He took a deep, shaky breath and made to stand. "Look, just...that didn't come out right. I wasn't trying to run from this. You. Or you."