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“Tony, what the hell?”
“Hey, you’re back!”
“Should I have kept my own place in order to keep my closet safe?”
“What? No, Barton hit Steve with the Ginger Rogers quote –“
“Take them off.”
“So I was just…how do you walk in these, I mean, I’m not an ungraceful man, I can take a little turn on the catwalk, but these things are --”
“Take them off, Tony.”
“Are you freaking out about this? This? You are. This is what’s freaking you out, because honestly, the thing in Paris was --”
“That wasn’tmy corset you were wearing.”
“You’d rather I wear someone else’s shoes?”
“Take. My. Shoes. Off. Tony.”
“And the incident with the butt plug was much –“
“Give me those.”
He stood barefoot while she clutched the shoes to her chest and glared at him. After a moment, he smiled. “You didn’t mind when I wore your panties.”
“You don’t stretch out my undies.”
“So if I bought my own…?”
“You’d need a half size larger, at least.”