"Tony," Clint whispered.
"Why are you whispering, Barton?" Tony whispered mockingly. Clint pointed to the scientist, who was glaring daggers at the coffee machine. "Is he okay?"
The genius looked at Bruce thoughtfully. "Yeah, that's pretty normal."
Soon, the coffee was ready; Bruce handed a mug to Tony without a word and clung to his own cup like a lifeline.
"Thank you," Tony said, pouring liquor into his coffee. "I have more questions for you, by the way."
Bruce grumbled and raised his gaze reluctantly from his hot coffee.
"Don't be like that!" Tony said, grinning. "You are the only one who understands me."
