"If I had a quarter every time I heard that." Claire points out, leaning over to set her mug on the table. For as little as she'd actually known about Tony Stark, he was a man and men were stubborn asses when it came to their health.

Yet, the way he so nonchalantly admits to being stabbed reminds her very much of Matt. Thanks, universe. She needed that daily reminder.

Claire makes a gesture with her hand. "Can I see?"

Even if someone patched him up, she still wanted to make sure (for her own peace of mind) that the wound was healing as it should.

And if he protested, there'd be no more coffee and she would absolutely use that as a threat.