At Potts's home, the sound of the door opening broke the silence.
Tony walked inside. As soon as he reached the living room, he saw Potts sitting on the sofa.
An awkward smile appeared on Tony's face.
"Why are you up? Don't you want to rest a little longer?"
At his words, Potts turned to glance at him, then rolled her eyes.
"How sweet of Mr. Tony to remember I exist."
"I woke up all alone. I thought I'd been thrown away like all that trash."
Tony immediately gave a dry cough. Usually so confident, he suddenly felt a little guilty.
The "trash" Potts referred to wasn't ordinary garbage, of course, but the women he brought home.
Tony smiled, sat down beside Potts, and pulled her into his arms. "What are you imagining? How could any of them compare to you?"
Potts didn't resist. Instead, she leaned into his embrace, worry appearing on her face. "Tony, I don't know what you're doing these days, but please don't do anything that dangerous again, okay?"
"You have so much money. You could pay someone to do it. Why do you have to do it yourself?"
Potts had changed the subject abruptly, but Tony immediately understood what she meant. Clearly, she already knew what had happened on First Avenue.
Seeing the concern on her face, Tony's gaze softened.
"You heard about it? Don't worry. No one can hurt me."
"But rest assured, next time something like that happens, I definitely won't handle it myself. I promise."
Potts nodded silently and gave Tony a light kiss on the lips.
A quiet warmth filled the room.
Tony lost himself in the feeling. For a moment, much of the viciousness that had built up inside him from the killing faded away.
A month of peaceful days