The offer actually made Tony chuckle. Which was a horrible, terrible idea with how his chest hurt, but it didn't stop him from smiling anyway even if his features tightened at the edges. "How are you going to explain that when they come back in?"

At Peter's wave, Tony's eyes glanced towards his shoulder before they drifted down to the bandage of the graze wound. Okay, that was good. He really was healing. He was okay, and Tony gave a small nod. "Good."

Settling against his pillows, he tried to take a slow deep breath. "Excuse you, they're Gucci," he deadpanned. "Everything else is Prada, though."