Everyone seemed taken aback by Tony’s sudden outburst - including Tony himself. The man sighed and shook his head. He was too tense; he needed to let some of the his pent up emotions out or he’d burst.
And so Tony got up then, not looking at anyone when he murmured “I have things to do. Enjoy your dinner.”
He walked out then, not caring that he was acting like a child. He couldn’t do this right now. Five years might have passed, but he just couldn’t do it, not yet.
Tony walked back to his room and sat down on the bed, tensing slightly when, after less than five minutes had passed, he heard the door open again.
Natasha walked into the room quietly, kneeling next to Tony. She sighed, and took his hands in her own, surging up to rest her forehead against his.
“You wanna talk about it?” She asked quietly.
“No,” Tony admitted, keeping his eyes tightly shut.
“Okay,” Natasha murmured, making a mental check to press the man later. “Now c’mon, I called Fury. He’s coming over for drinks, so you and I are going to take a bath, and then we’re going to go down and unwind with Nick and Rhodey.”
“You should go eat,” Tony said, though there was no real fight in his voice.
“You should stop talking and start undressing,” Natasha said flippantly as she got up, walking haughtily to the bathroom.
Tony smirked then and shook his head, getting up slowly to follow the spy to the bathroom. He wasn’t about to argue twice.