"So, what you're trying to tell me," Tony said slowly, looking from Kurt to Blaine, "Is that your boyfriend-"

"Who's sat right in front of you, by the way," Blaine reminded him, a silent warning of for God's sake, be polite evident in his eyes.

"Right, yeah. But the point here is that your- you," Tony pointed at Kurt.

"It's rude to point."

"It's ruder to interrupt, Blaine. He's a mutant. You're a mutant. One of Xavier's. X-gene and all that shit, right?"

"Yes, Mister Stark."

"Ugh, no, none of that, you're making me feel old."

"Usually you go for the 'Mister Stark was my father' line."

"Shut up Blaine."

"Listen, Mister- sorry, Tony. I get that you're probably worried about what me being… well, me means. You know, Blaine- I, I just-"

"Stop."

"Dad, be nice."

"I am being nice. God, Blaine, give me some credit. I raised you, didn't I?"

"So?"

"Look, Kurt, are you dangerous?"

"No," Kurt shook his head, "I've got my power under control, I promise."

"It's just the fire thing, right? Same as that kid in the Fantastic Four?"

"Just the fire. I mean, I can't fly like the Human Torch can and I don't think his is from a genetic mutation, but basically."

"Are you planning on hurting my son, Kurt Hummel?"

"I would never hurt Blaine," Kurt promised, his eyes finding his boyfriend's, "He's the best thing that's ever happened to me and there's no way I'd ever take that for granted."

"Correct answer, well done. Because you know if you did hurt him, I'd kill you. And then whatever remained of your body would be passed along to the rest of the Avengers to be dealt with as they please. They're pretty fond of this kid here, you see, God knows why."

"Dad."

"What, Blaine? Was that not handled tactfully enough for you? I don't care that your boyfriend's a mutant."

"It doesn't bother you at all?" Kurt asked unsurely.

"Not as long as you aren't hurting people, kid. There, was that an acceptable response, Blainers?"

"Uh," Blaine rubbed the back of his neck, "I guess, but I just…"

"You just what?"

"I guess I assumed you'd have more to say. You know, in the way of sarcastic remarks."

"Oh, trust me, kid, they're coming in due course," Tony smirked, "I currently have eight pending. Nine. Nine now."

"Great," Blaine sighed, casting an apologetic look in Kurt's direction.

"Hey, if things ever start hotting up between the two of you, use protection. Keep a fire extinguisher to hand."

"Dad."

"You were the one who prompted him," Kurt reminded him, "We almost avoided this all together."

"At least if our lights go out we'll always have a flash light to hand."

"Stop. Out. Go."

"I'm not even half way done yet, Blainers-"

"No, you are, go. Go away."