On the one hand: talking about his emotions in a shared open space? Isn't Tony's bag. He'd tried working through it when he was younger (which turned out so well) and sparingly after the whole 'oh you have PTSD and aren't managing it well DO SOMETHING ABOUT THAT SHIT' conversation with Pepper pre, mid, and post Mandarin Incident, Ultron, The accords-
He's dabbled, he's a dabbler, and some of those conversations went well but none of them happened in a group setting.
On the other: Being a good example for Peter. The kid is sixteen. Sixteen. He needs a support network that includes people that know what the fuck they're doing, not just a busted up genius with more issues than good sense. Also that...continued PTSD thing which they now likely share which, fuck, not something he ever wished on the kid.
Gnawing on it doesn't do him any good, hammering it out (literally) By dishing a sheet for one of his myriad of projects doesn't do any good, it's only when the flicker of that same blue glow catches his eye and- right. Okay. Maybe he should? He should. So he does. Journal and pencil in hand (for sketching and taking orders, following up on progress reports, the bullshit paperwork he'd loathed so much standing as a point of comfort for him) Tony sticks to the edges of the crowd for the most part. He's listening, even if it seems like all of his focus is taken up by a two page spread of 'PROS - CONS' re weapon development.
Tony Stark | OTA
He's dabbled, he's a dabbler, and some of those conversations went well but none of them happened in a group setting.
On the other: Being a good example for Peter. The kid is sixteen. Sixteen. He needs a support network that includes people that know what the fuck they're doing, not just a busted up genius with more issues than good sense. Also that...continued PTSD thing which they now likely share which, fuck, not something he ever wished on the kid.
Gnawing on it doesn't do him any good, hammering it out (literally) By dishing a sheet for one of his myriad of projects doesn't do any good, it's only when the flicker of that same blue glow catches his eye and- right. Okay. Maybe he should? He should. So he does. Journal and pencil in hand (for sketching and taking orders, following up on progress reports, the bullshit paperwork he'd loathed so much standing as a point of comfort for him) Tony sticks to the edges of the crowd for the most part. He's listening, even if it seems like all of his focus is taken up by a two page spread of 'PROS - CONS' re weapon development.