"You're not gonna be a kid forever." Tony rubbed his mouth, not intending to dwell on their little moment for long. What was meant to be said was said.

"Or even much longer...there's not much in the way of distractions, you know? No avenging to be done, no neighborhood patrol. Just us, the hotel, and whatever we find in the fishbowl along the way." He sort of smiled, renewed with a sense of clarity. "If you can tolerate the, uh, paternal instincts playing out however they will..."