Tony didn't really know what to do in these sorts of situations, honestly. Peter could hug Val all he wanted, but he thought the girl would be fine, either way. She had the intellect to put up with it, so what was the point in trying to comfort her? It just created a false sense of security, probably for both Peter and Valeria. Sure, he knew what purpose it served, but right now, Tony Stark was in more machine than man mode, working, processing, his motions less shifty. When he stood still, he didn't fidget. Every motion was the most efficient way from point a to point b. It looked natural, but it really looked too natural, the way he moved.

He crossed the kitchen, grabbing at the sandwich. "The game plan is that we get back to work, honestly. We've still got reams of data, and probably enough problems that we're going to need to hurry this up. I've got my suits out there right now, but it's honestly getting worse by the moment."

And that was the crux of why Tony was being very Tony. He could normally fake it enough with smiles and pretending to not be so blasé about human needs and emotions, but when push came to shove, when it came down to the wire, he would always, always, always lose sight of that, and go back to pure logic. It was the best, and only, way he knew how to deal with these problems. Internally, and externally. Dealing with them mentally was a matter of simply pretending that they weren't problems. Eventually, they went away.