It was a rare occurrence that Tony Stark was genuinely surprised by something, but that question, coming from the cute sandy haired girl he’d met at a bar of all places, caught him off guard.
   Calloused digits fidgeted anxiously with the Stark tech phone he carried everywhere, his broad form slumped casually against the door frame. This wasn’t one of his past life, trashy, never-to-speak-of-again one night stands, so what was the harm in it? There was actually a decent of human respect to be given to this girl, and denying her a safe place to rest seemed—- morally wrong?

          ’ Uh yeah, sure. Lemme just– go and clean up a room for you. ’