[ It isn't as if Jason's death doesn't still hook into him at odd moments, paralyzing him with grief and regret years after the fact. And they'd hardly shared anything like the close bond of Wanda and Pietro. He doesn't know what he'd do now if Tim was taken from him. The thought haunts his nightmares. ]

Hm, tough call. [ He gives her hand a squeeze he hopes is reassuring, tilting his head to consider the question seriously. ]

But I'm gonna have to go with chocolate truffle cake. You know the kind with the little marshmallows on top? [ Sure is a spoiled rich boy dessert. ]

Nobody makes it like my friend Alfred. He looks after Bruce and me.