Tony/Rhodey: 2 and/or 9
2. “You’re too good for this world.”
(I wanted to do both, but I had a bit of a struggle getting the second to work without seeming forced, so. Sorry it’s short.)
Rhodey shook his head as they left the party, hands shoved deep in his pockets. Tony kept the slight smile on his face until they were safely in the car, his new driver tactfully ignoring them and putting up the partition as soon as they were on their way.
Tony slumped back, yanking his tie loose, closing his eyes.
“You’re too good for this world,” Rhodey said, voice low, angry.
Tony peeled open an eye and peered at him. “Hm?” he asked.
Rhodey’s jaw clenched, teeth grinding. “This world,” he said, waving his hand expansively. “Of - of glitz and lies and-”
Tony opened both eyes and tilted his head to give Rhodey a twisted kind of smile. “Honeybear.”
“You’re better than them - than they want you to be.”
Tony sighed, tilting his head back again, eyes closing. “Maybe,” he said - not willing to agree or disagree. “But I know it, and I can use it.”
“You don’t-” Rhodey started, angry.
“Things aren’t so great right now, I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” Tony said, just a bit testy. “No one’s very happy with any superheroes right now, and I’m trying to make sure things don’t get worse, so.” He lifted his hand and gave a sharp wave. “I’ll lower myself to ‘this world’,” he said, almost mockingly.
Rhodey sighed, shaking his head. His hand settled over Tony’s, light and a bit tentative until Tony turned his hand over and linked their fingers.
“I just hate seeing you worn down all the time,” he murmured.
“I know,” Tony said, smiling wryly. “But it won’t last forever. And I can handle it. I’ve handled worse, over the years.”