[ Her smile, too, is very real, basking in the approval, even if theoretically, it should mean less than she thought it did. Tony Stark didn't accomplish all of those things—but if this training space is anything to go by, he's still every bit the genius he was back home. So she beams, preening to have his praise. ]

That's kind of our bag.

[ Social justice. At least, she'd thought it was. Most of them still believed in it, even if Miles turned out to be—well. Himself. He sticks in her teeth, even now, one betrayal in a stack of them. With JARVIS packed away, Stark finally gets her full attention. ]

You hear stories, but most of us thought he was a myth. Thanks. For … [ She gestures up and around to where the coding projection had been filling the air before. ] Popping the hood. I didn't mean to crash.