Tony could've purred. Good food, good wine, and these quiet, comfortable touches made him feel peaceful. It was a rare feeling and one he was taking advantage of- and by that, he was doing nothing but enjoying it.

"One of my biggest issues with this place- besides being trapped in a bubble and whatever the hell is happening outside of it- is the issue with wood and paper. I miss trees and having wooded areas. I lived in Manhattan, a suburb of New York City, one of the largest and busiest cities in the world. After we lost so many people from Thanos' first attack, I moved my family to the foothills. It was to get away from the chaos while I recovered and Morgan was due to be born... anyway, it had the loveliest fireplace in the den." He sighed, looking at the blank, non-descript wall in this room. "Even if we have to go with a fake one, we're getting a fireplace in our next house here."