Legal marriage was a trivial detail that Tony waved away with flapping hands as he threw down what he was holding and started sifting through his collection of scraps and broken treasure. "I didn't blame him," he reiterated the more important point, distant and distracted. The first device he had to find in the array was a chrome pen, not the easiest to spot, but he had definitely left it here...He spun around with a proud flourish of the pen, then pushed it onto Steve impatiently so he could actually get to work.

Even back in his sorting, he sounded much more engaged to explain, "You already know. He's the one synthesizing most of your medications, the replicator is an emergency solution. He can do it on the spot--we were stung by a bunch of fish once and he knew how to neutralize it before it even took." By then, he had come up with a few options to bring to the bench and start dismantling.