Donnie tossed his hands, frustrated, before letting them drop. He pocketed his staff piece again, frowning as he looked around.

"Why?" It came out sharper than he'd meant to, but it was frustrating to him that it seemed they'd somehow circled back to this again.

"It's a communal resource, if you need to use it then I'm not the project police." He looked at Tony as though he could find whatever answers he was seeking, written somewhere on him.

"...I thought we got past this sort of thing." That they were cool with things again, hashed it all out during he zombie apocalypse. Or maybe that was just a moment of bonding driven by everything else. He hated that he had to wonder if that needed to be reassessed.