Tumblr prompt: Follow-up to the Shooting Star chapter where Blaine gets taken, in which Tony confronts his son about thinking his dad wouldn't come for him

"Hey kid." Blaine looked away from the muted television set as his dad sat down on the arm of the couch.

"Hi."

"How're you holding up?"

Blaine shrugged, "I'm all right."

"You sure?"

Blaine nodded.

"You've been pretty quiet ever since I first showed up," Tony said with a pointed stare.

Blaine shrugged again. There hadn't really been much of a need for him to say anything. His mother had all but suffocated him the second he and Tony arrived at the house. Even Carver had spared him a half nod and a pat on the head, like he was a wayward dog who'd found its way home. Tony had waved police officers out the door and Blaine's mom had made them all coffee and Blaine had made himself comfortable in the living room, content just to be.

"Don't shut me out, buddy."

"I'm not," Blaine insisted, reaching for his empty coffee mug and holding it on his lap, "You don't have to stay, you know. I don't want to keep you from anything, you're a busy person."

"What did I say to you earlier?" Tony said, "Nothing is more important than you. Why is it wrong for me to stay and see my son for a few hours after having to rescue him from mad men with guns?"

Blaine bit his lip. "Sorry."

"'Sorry'?" Tony repeated, "What the hell do you have to be sorry for?"

"For being a hassle. For worrying everyone."

"Blaine," Tony sighed, shifting to sit next to his son, "If anyone should be apologising here, I should be. They took you to get to me. Whoever let it slip that you're my kid has a whole lot of apologising to do, but SHIELD can deal with them. We can trust the guys in suits just this once."

"Okay."

"Blaine, listen to me," Tony nudged him with his elbow until Blaine turned completely towards him, "You are not at fault. You can tell me 'it's fine' or 'you're busy' as many times as you want, but I am always going to put you before anything else."

"But-"

"Stop."

"What if-"

"Nope."

"Dad-"

"Blaine." Blaine glared in response; Tony smirked.

"You're ridiculous."

"Yeah," Tony nodded, "Probably why your mom got rid of me."

"And married him instead," Blaine muttered.

"He's that bad?"

Another shrug.

"I see," Tony said, "Hey, Abby?"

"What was that?" Abby appeared in the doorway in seconds, too quickly for her not to have been listening in, "Is Blaine okay?"

"I'm fine, mom," Blaine rolled his eyes.

"I'm gonna take Blaine back to New York with me for a few days, kay?"

"What?" Abby frowned, "You can't just take him to New York halfway through the week, Tony, he's got school-"

"In case you'd forgotten, our son was abducted hours ago by crazy people. He can afford a few days off. And besides, where's safer than in a building with superheroes?"

"Well, I-"

"Great. Kid, go pack."