Whitney had a very punchable face. Maybe it was the eyebrows. And the other one just had a very punchable air about him. Good thing he was off in space in another version of the galaxy and unlikely to trouble Stark any further.

"You are here," he said, lifting his hand to brush his fingers over the spot on his cheek she'd just kissed. "And you're staying." It wasn't a question that time. Just a statement of fact.

"I was so worried."