[She gets it. In fact, she raises her fist to her mouth to fight back laughter at his threat to toss her into a hexagonal crater. It's just so Tony Stark Specific. Then she catches his eyes again, staring back at her without a hint of doubt, and she feels... well, she doesn't really have a word for it, somewhere between relief and shyness and vulnerability. It's strange. It's so strange but it's nice.]

So you don't like it. And I don't like it. But I'm going to hug you now because it's what the proper thing to do in this situation is. It's really the ideal end cap I think.

[And she wraps her arms around his neck and squeezes tightly. She doesn't really care if he hugs her back because hugging him, feeling his stubble against her cheek, the smell of his aftershave, and warmth of his body confirm this is actually real and not some kind of fantasy she created to get herself out of another mess she's made.

Thankfully, she doesn't linger and pulls away after only a moment.]