chicago Right, their assassin was away. He grabbed the closest one, threw it on, and just remembered to put on pants before chicago rushing out the door. He changed direction chicago to head to his and Pepper's room. Tony looked down at his chest and noticed the smears of blue lubricant he'd spilled on his shirt earlier chicago after futzing with his suit's shoulder hydraulics, and the smear of red sauce from dinner.
He nearly toppled over as Dummy swung that damn blanket around chicago to thump softly against his legs. I believe there is an 91% chance he is heading to see him chicago now. chicago Tony should have known better. He'd thought Clint had maybe lost interest in 'liberating' himself after the chicago afternoon on the helicarrier.