“No! I don’t need a body guard, Fury, I’m Iron Man, remember?” He screws his face up like he’s offended at the mere idea of needing someone else to come and protect him and his family. He’s enough. He can keep all of them safe, especially Morgan.“This was a one-off, a failed attempt on my life is practically childs’ play at this point! I’ll get back up and be better the next time.”

Tony shakes his head and sighs. He turns his head to look at the bodyguard. It’s… a young kid. Not young like a kid, but late teens. It startles him. “And the bodyguard is a kid? You cannot be serious. I swear, you have lost your already small mind. How old is this kid?”

“I won’t be offended. I don’t need a bodyguard anyway.” He cradles his head. Tony can’t in his right mind believe that this teenager can be “one of the best agents”. Tony inhales, scrubs his face, and turns his head towards the young adult. “How long’ve you been working for that shithead Fury?”