#theprofessorstrikesagain

“Shall I tell security that you’re on your way down?”

He sighs, “Sure. Let me just lock the lab up.”

Having his own laboratory was one of the perks of being the head of R&D for Stark Industries. It also allowed him the ability to show the rest of the company that he’d gotten his position based on his own ingenuity, rather than the fact that his last name was on the letterhead.

After Obadiah’s death - which, honestly, Tony kinda thought he deserved since he’d been meddling with a reactor that was still in the beta stage of testing when it exploded in his face - it only took Tony about a month to realize that he really didn’t enjoy the work that went along with being the CEO of Stark Industries. Sure, he enjoyed the public events and whatnot, but he only had to sit in on three board meetings before he knew he couldn’t handle them anymore. It had honestly been a no-brainer to promote Pepper Potts, his long-suffering and brilliant assistant, to the position.

He hadn’t been surprised when she acclimated to the role easily, even the board of directors seemed to get along with her. After dealing with a hard-headed Omega, they seemed relieved to deal with a Beta like Pepper. Which was perfectly fine with him since he meant all he had to focus on was his own projects for the company. Well, a few of them were for personal use, but most of them were for the company.

However, right now it’s Pepper’s busy schedule that’s causing him to lock up his lab earlier than usual - a good three or four hours earlier, as it happens. He clips in an earpiece before he heads to the parking garage, just in case he needs directions from Jarvis. Because now that he thinks about it, he’s not even sure where he’s supposed to be heading to, much less a shortcut there.

Tony presses the earpiece as he buckles himself in, “Alright Jarvis, where are we headed again?”

“Already forget your shortcut?”

“Of course not,” He knows Jarvis can recognize a lie but continues anyway, “I just figured you might know a better one.”

“As you wish, sir.”

“You know that actually means, ‘I love you’?”

“Not always. Turn right out of the garage.”

While he drives, Tony wonders what happened in his life to want such a sarcastic robotic assistant. He really should have programmed one that was a little more eager-to-please. Still, it keeps life interesting.

“Since I’m now you’re glorified GPS, I should probably let you know that your destination is coming up in 500 metres on your right.”

Tony rolls his eyes, “Why are you using Metric measurements?”

“You programmed me with Metric measurements, sir. You said it was more accurate for your work.”

“From now on we use Imperial when I’m driving, okay? I have no idea how long 500 meters is.”

“At this point, your destination is in approximately a quarter mile. Still on your right.”

By the time Jarvis says it though, Tony realizes that he wouldn’t have needed the specification after all, a large soccer field is kind of hard to miss. He pulls into a parking spot in the mostly-empty parking lot and hops out to find his intended target.

She’s not hard to spot, pretty red hair like her mother’s tied up in spunky pigtails are a dead giveaway. Not to mention the fact that she’s the only one left on the field besides the hulking blonde dude kicking a ball back and forth with her. Probably the coach, Pepper had mentioned that her daughter’s soccer coach was something else.

As Tony jogs closer, his arm up in a wave of apology for being so late, he comes to the conclusion that Pepper gave him one mother of an understatement. Because this guy is not “something else,” that would be like calling Dom Perrigon “just a fizzy beverage.” This guy, this coach guy, is wearing a shirt that is probably two sizes two small for him - which Tony finds that he’s okay with, since it means he’s able to see pretty much every muscle on this guy’s obscene chest - and baggy basketball shorts that somehow still show off the fact that he’s got an ass worth worshipping. Not to mention the blinding smile he’s giving Tony or the seriously gorgeous blue eyes that Tony notices once he’s close enough.

“Uncle Tony!” Penny cries out as she races to meet him.

“Hey there, kiddo! Umph-” Tony nearly loses his balance from the eight-year old barreling into him, “Did you have fun at practice?”

“Yeah! We ran drills and practiced dribbling and I got to be goalie for a little bit!” She looks up at him and pouts, “And you’re late! It’s okay though, Coach Steve hung out with me and helped me work on my passing!”

The aforementioned “Coach Steve” is now walking towards them, smile intact, Tony scrunches his nose, “Sorry about being so late. I got caught up with work.”

Steve waves a hand at him, “Don’t worry about it, it happens. So you’re her…uncle?”

“More like godfather,” Tony resists the urge to do a Marlon Brando impression, “Pepper and I have been close friends for a long time.”

Steve nods, then extends his hand, “Steve Rogers.”

“Tony Stark,” He offers as he reaches to complete the handshake.

“The Tony Stark?” Steve’s eyebrows go up, “So…are you Pepper’s boss?”

“Oh God no,” He winces, “Well, not anymore at least. She’s officially in charge and my name just stays attached to the company,” Tony shrugs, “I mostly just work on projects in R&D these days.”

“Yeah! He’s got a cool lab and everything!” Penny jumps in, from her spot still attached to Tony’s legs, “But Mommy’s office is nicer and has lotsa windows!”

Tony pets her head, “Darn straight, kiddo,” He squats to her level, “Now whaddaya say we head back to my apartment and eat all the unhealthy things your mom doesn’t want you to have?”

“Yeeaaahhh!” Penny pumps her fists into the air and races to his car.

“Thanks again for keeping an eye on her,” Tony offers, once he’s standing upright again.

“Don’t mention it,” Rogers is still beaming at him, “She’s a good kid, I didn’t mind.”

Tony is just about to ask for his number when he catches an unmistakable scent amongst the smells of grass and sweat: Alpha. Of-fucking-course this Adonis would be an Alpha. No one this well-built or ridiculously handsome could be anything but one. Tony aches a little inside because he’s promised himself he’ll never get involved with an Alpha and he’s not sure he’s ready to break that commitment.

Because an Alpha means mating and mating means bonding and bonding means sacrificing more than Tony’s willing to give. Why couldn’t he be a Beta that Tony could have a reasonably entertaining evening with. Or heck, even an Omega like himself. Either one would have been acceptable. But no, a fucking Alpha, which puts a giant “NO” sign right over that possibly perfect body. Suddenly Tony wants to punch this guy in the face for having the audacity of being an Alpha.

Instead, he puts his sunglasses back on and says his farewells, “Sorry again about being late. I’ll make sure to be here on time…Thursday, right?”

Steve seems to sense his discomfort and visually deflates, “Yeah. Thursday. See you then?”

Half of possible-god’s mouth quirks up in a smile and he waves at the both of them as they pull away in Tony’s car. Tony resists the urge to wave back, but Penny is practically leaning out the window, waving and blowing kisses and shouting “GOODBYE COACH STEVE!” at the top of her lungs until the soccer field is out of sight.

Tony leans back and tries to listen to Penny telling him about her day, but is mind won’t stop tangling around the interaction with her coach. He wants to convince himself that the focus is just so he’ll have some masturbation fodder for later, but there’s definitely something about Steve Rogers that puts Tony off-kilter. He knows that he needs to be on-time on Thursday and he needs to be at that soccer field for as little time as possible.

***

He actually manages to make it to the field before practice ends on Thursday, but he realizes as he sits on the bleachers with what he assumes are the parents of the rest of the kids, this means he’ll be stuck staring at the field for another twenty minutes. And he tries to focus on how well Penny’s playing, he really does, but Roger is standing just off to his left and such a distraction that he clenches his fists even as he tries to memorize the incredible curve of his back.

It’s unfair really. There’s no way someone should be able to go out in public looking like that, it should be considered indecent. Tony can tell from the looks of some of the parents that they absolutely agree with him. Pepper might have mentioned that it had taken a lot of pull to get Penny on this particular team and now Tony can understand why.

Although for Pepp it probably had more to do with the fact that Steve is also an incredible coach. Tony hasn’t played anything resembling soccer since he was about nine and he can even tell how amazing Steve is at his job. No wonder Penny likes him so much.

After practice is finally over, something called “snack-time” happens where all the kids run to a cooler as fast as they can and grab out Capri-Suns and fruit snacks. Tony stays near the stands, even as the other parents trickle down to pick up their kids. He’s not sure he wants to engage in conversation with Steve again, but it doesn’t look like Penny is going to be done chatting with the other kids anytime soon unless he interjects himself. So he waits until he sees the coach talking to one of the parents before heading towards Penny.

“Hey!” He shouts out when he’s close enough, “Did you have fun, kiddo?”

“Uncle Tony! You made it on time!”

“You know it, Pens, I even got to watch you play a little. You’re really good, you know that? Your mom must be so proud of you!”

Penny blushes a little as she finishes her juice, “Coach Steve says I’m one of the best!”

“Well Coach Steve seems to know what he’s talking about.”

“Coach Steve also says-”

“Hey, why don’t we head out? We need to stop at the grocery store and pick up some stuff for dinner,” He pauses, giving her a serious look, “And if you’re good….you might just get some candy out of it, as long as you don’t tell your mother.”

Penny’s eyes get wide, “CANDY?!?!”

Just like Tony imagined, it’s like the magic word. Before he knows it, Penny is saying goodbye to her teammates and dragging him to his car. Tony turns his head briefly and catches what looks like a sad expression on Rogers’s face while he gives them a little wave goodbye. He tries not to read too much into it.

They get ice cream beforehand, because Tony has never had qualms with “ruining dinners”, but mostly because Tony just really loves spoiling Pepper’s daughter. Not that she doesn’t get spoiled in different ways by her mother, but Tony gets a certain satisfaction from the toothy grin Penny gives him when she’s eating something she knows her mom doesn’t usually let her have.

When they get to the grocery store, Penny stays steadfastly by Tony’s side the whole time, eager for the promised candy. Tony is just wandering aimlessly down the aisles hoping something will catch her eye because he’s honestly not even sure what to fix them for dinner. He’s considering how much Pepper would strangle him for feeding her daughter Hot Pockets when they turn a corner to go down another aisle and disaster strikes. Because Tony can’t ever seem to do anything without consequences.

Penny squeals excitedly, “Coach Steeeeeve!”

Steve is comparing brands of mixed nuts when they see him and he turns around confused for a second before he gives the little girl a huge grin and meets her in a hug. Tony wants to punch something.

“Hey there, Penny! Long time no see!”

“We’re going grocery shopping! Are you going grocery shopping, too?”

“Yeah just picking up a few things before I head home.”

“Us, too!”

“Penny,” Tony pushes the cart towards them, “We should probably let Coach Steve do his shopping in peace.”

Her face temporarily falls before brightening up more than ever, “Coach Steve! You should come have dinner with us! Is that okay, Uncle Tony?”

Steve looks up at him for confirmation, placing the ball firmly in his court. On the one hand, Tony’s insides start burning every time he’s around this man and that’s something he’s been trying to avoid since he was 12 and first found out the differences between Alphas, Betas, and Omegas. On the other hand, there’s an eight year old that he loves more than most other things in this world giving him a pleading expression in the snack aisle of his supermarket and he doesn’t know how to let her down.

“Sure,” He rolls his eyes subtly, “We could definitely set the table for one more, or do you have…”

Steve shakes his head and smiles, “No, just me! There’s no…” He waggles his hand, “Any of that.”

Tony tries not to show how much that information makes him ache. There’s no way he can make himself believe that Steve is an unattached Alpha, unless he’s much younger than he looks. Alphas with that level of looks and athleticism are usually snapped up in their early twenties, if not their late teens. This makes Tony curious. Yes, curiosity, that’s why he’s suddenly eager to have Steve over for dinner.

“Great! We’re having umm…” Tony frowns, remembering that he still has no idea.

“Spaghetti!” Penny pipes up.

Steve nods, “Sounds good, should I bring anything?”

Tony shakes his head, “Just your handsome face,” He covers Penny’s ears and mouths, “Maybe a nice bottle of wine.”

“Well alright then,” Steve snickers, “I guess I’ll see you two in an hour or so?”

“Uh, yeah, that should give us enough time. Let’s exchange numbers so I can give you the address.”

Tony tells himself that the only reason he wants Steve’s number is for this dinner…occasion. That and y’know, in case he’s going to be late picking Penny up from practice, just to give the guy a heads-up. Or if Tony wants to ask him how he feels about other sports. Or molecular physics. Just friend things. Not because he wants to get his hands on those pecs that are once again so clearly defined by Steve’s seriously too-small shirt.

Because Tony is an Omega, and a proud one at that. He came out to the world as an Omega at the age of eighteen, as soon as he was able to on his own terms. It was important to him because of all the remaining archaic beliefs about A/B/O used to irk him, especially the fact that everyone assumed that he was an Omega just because his father happened to be one. There were a few similarities between Howard and Tony Stark, but that was one of the many things they didn’t share.

After the Big Reveal, Tony had always remained adamant in interviews about his aversion to the whole idea of “mating” and “bonding”. He didn’t see the point of attaching yourself to one person when there were so many beautiful people in the world. Plus, there was never really anything about Alphas that he found attractive. Who honestly wants an egocentric, hard-headed, megalomaniac telling them what to do. It would be like him ordering himself around.

So, like Tony told every nosy reporter he encountered that felt the need to dive into his private sexual life, he doesn’t need no Alpha. He’s perfectly fine spending his evenings - and sometimes mornings and sometimes afternoons - with Betas. Betas don’t expect anything from you, no long-lasting commitments, no overwrought declarations, just a roll in the sheets and a good time for everyone all around. And Tony doesn’t see any reason to change that.

Which is totally why he’s standing in the canned food aisle grabbing ingredients to make a quick version of his mother’s tomato sauce recipe rather than buying a jar of Ragu.

***

Steve arrives about fifteen minutes before everything is ready, dressed in a button-down that actually fits him and jeans that definitely fit him. He also has a bottle of decently-priced merlot with him that Tony delightfully plucks out of his hand and takes into the kitchen.

By the time they’re actually eating dinner, Tony’s inquisitive nature gets the best of him and he has to ask, “So, Steve, what do you do when you’re not coaching kid’s soccer?”

Steve finishes chewing his pasta before answering, “I run the youth center downtown. Founded it a few years ago.”

Jesus Christ. Tony can not believe this guy.

Wonderboy continues, “That’s actually how I met Mrs. Potts. She came in about a year ago wanting to start monthly donations to the center from Stark Industries and she saw a flyer that talked about the soccer program. And now I’ve got one of the best midfielders I’ve ever seen,” He grins as he ruffles Penny’s hair.

Tony distinctly remembers Pepper telling him about that. It was part of her new initiative to donate a percentage of SI’s profits to local charities. A way to build-up the name after its change from weapons development and Obadiah’s “incident.”

“Wow, you’re quite the Boy Scout, aren’t you?” Tony can’t help the sarcasm that drips out, he’s half-expecting Steve to pull out his sash of merit badges.

Instead, Steve dips his face down to hide his smile, “I wasn’t always. A lot of my adolescent years were spent getting into fights with people a lot bigger than me. I don’t think there was a week that went by in middle school where I didn’t have a black eye.”

Tony’s eyebrows go up, “A bit of a juvenile delinquent, eh?”

“Not really, I just don’t like bullies,” His jaw sets, “Never have and never will. It’s why I started working out in high school, it’s why I joined the military…”

“You were a soldier?” Penny cocks her head.

“Not anymore,” Steve sighs wistfully, “It only took one tour of Afghanistan for me to realize that the real enemies weren’t hiding in sand dunes.”

Tony thinks of what his company used to do and his mouth suddenly feels like it’s filled with cotton.

“So I submitted my paperwork as a conscientious objector, came back here, and started work fundraising for the youth center.”

“What’s a…con-shenshus objecter?” Penny asks

“It means his conscience wouldn’t allow him to be in the military anymore,” Tony states, still a bit awed.

“Yeah,” Steve’s gaze meets his, “Pretty much.”

“Well,” Tony forces a grin and twirls some spaghetti on his fork, “That got real heavy, real quick. Why don’t we switch up topics?” He turns to Penny, “What’s going on in school, kiddo?”

Later on, after Penny’s asleep and they’re finishing the bottle of wine they started at dinner, Tony starts to feel bad about putting Steve on the spot like he did. He tries to keep their remaining conversation to small talk, where Steve grew up, what his favorite movies were, stuff like that. Although, as their conversation continues, Tony can’t help bringing up one area that still baffles him about the insanely handsome creature in front of him.

“I have to wonder,” Tony starts with, tracing his finger around the edge of his wine glass, “How someone like yourself is…”

“Single?” Steven asks with a grin.

“Yeah.”

“Well I uh…had someone when I was younger, we were both in the military together. But he, umm…he didn’t make it out of Afghanistan.”

Fuck. Tony is batting a thousand here when it comes to dredging up painful memories for this guy.

“Wow, I suck at this, I’m sorry for bringing that up.”

“It’s alright,” Steve waves a hand at him, “You didn’t know. People are curious, I understand. And Alpha without a mate is kinda strange. Almost as strange as an Omega without a mate,” He cocks an eyebrow at Tony.

Tony shrugs, “I’ve never felt the desire for ‘mating’ or anything like that. I don’t often meet Alphas I can actually get along with, much less think about spending the rest of life with.”

Steve leans closer and squints his eyes, “I wonder what it would take to change your mind.”

Before Tony can respond, he hears a small voice from down the hallway calling his name and the mood is broken. Steve steps backwards and adjusts his shirt while Tony drains the rest of his glass and heads towards Penny’s bedroom for what turns out to be the usual Monster Check. While he might do a little faster than usual.

When he finally gets back to the kitchen, it’s obvious that Steve’s about to walk out the door. Which is probably a good thing, for Tony’s whole “Alpha Aversion” thing. Steve smiles at him bashfully and says his goodbyes, even as Tony finds himself thinking about asking him to spend the night. He can’t though, not even if he wanted to, not with Penny in the house. Which annoys him just a little bit, because watching Steve’s retreating back, Tony can think of a few things that might be able to change his mind.

***

Penny’s game is on Saturday and Pepper texts him to let him know that she’ll be able to make it just in time for the third quarter to start. Tony tells Penny this multiple times on the way there and before he shoos her onto the field with his teammate. He’s not sure what to do when Steve turns and gives him a smile that settles right into his gut.

Pepper arrives just in time for Penny to break through the defense of the other team and kick the ball right through the poor goalie’s legs. It’s as if the two of them are connected somehow, something Tony isn’t entirely convinced isn’t true. Penny reminds him so much of Pep sometimes that it scares him and all of that can’t be due to genetics.

The rest of the game passes in a blur, with Pepper gently nudging him from time to time whenever Penny makes a pass or play. Tony’s attention though, is more focused on Steve, watching the way the muscles in his biceps stretch when he crosses his arms across his chest, the way the tendons in his neck pop when he shouts encouragement from the sidelines, and especially the way his ass flexes when he crouches. He often wonders to himself throughout the game how or why this man exists.

After the game, which Penny’s team handily wins, the parents rush the field to gather up their children while Tony hangs back by the fence. Pepper gives him a knowing look when she walks by and he hates her for it, even as he knows that there’s no way he could ever hate her. He waits until most everyone else is gone before he finally approaches Steve, who’s gathering up the numerous soccer balls along their bench and throwing them in a netted bag.

“Hey! That was a good game!” Tony hates how nervous he sounds, and how he can’t stop staring at Steve’s ass.

Steve stands up and gives him a smile, “Hey! Yeah, the kids really played their hearts out.”

“Well, they had a great coach.”

“Yeah,” Steve starts chewing on his bottom lip, “Would you wanna help me put these away? They go in the little shed in the back of the field,” He points helpfully.

“Sure, I’ll help you carry your balls.”

It’s a terrible joke but Steve laughs anyway and it causes Tony’s stomach to do somersaults. He gathers up a couple of the soccer balls in his arms and follows Steve, who’s carrying the very full bag as if it were nothing. It occurs to Tony that there’s not really any reason Steve couldn’t do this by himself.

His suspicions are confirmed when they’re both in the shed and Steve is instantly on him, pressing him against the door, “I hope this is okay,” He offers, looking Tony right in the eye, “I’m not always good with…subtlety.”

Rather than answering, Tony leans forward to meet his lips in a searing kiss, wrapping his arms around the muscley back in the process. Steve lets out a surprised noise that sounds almost happy as he trails his hand up Tony’s side until it’s cradling his chin. Gently, he tilts Tony’s head to further their kiss, tracing his tongue along the seam of Tony’s lips until he opens them and he can lick inside.

Tony makes sure to put in as much pressure as Steve is, unwilling to be seen as submissive. He claws his fingers up Steve’s back until he finally removes his shirt, unfortunately forcing them to break apart so he can throw the discarded piece of clothing behind them. And if Tony thought Steve looked nice with his shirt on, he was incredibly unprepared for how he looked completely shirtless.

“Jesus Christ,” Tony mutters, mostly to himself, “Do you work out or something?”

Steve rolls his eyes, “No, I took a super serum that made me this way. Isn’t that what everyone does to build muscle?”

Tony snarls at him before charging back forward to crash their lips together again, this time more heated. He can feel Steve’s fingers tugging at the cloth of his henley so he hurriedly pulls it up over his head and tosses it to the ground, only allowing a split second of time for them to not be kissing. Because kissing Steve is fantastic and Tony wonders how he ever enjoyed kissing other people.

“So,” Steve asks between sloppy, open-mouthed kisses, “The thing in your chest?”

“Keeps my heart beating,” Tony answers, unwilling to go into the long explanation right now.

“Hmm,” Steve offers, with a vibration that goes straight to Tony’s dick, “I remember hearing about that actually.

Wanting to change the subject, Tony rubs his hands up Steve’s abdomen, marveling at how seriously chiseled they are and wondering if maybe Steve was telling the truth about that serum. He moves his hands up and one of his thumb accidentally brushes one of Steve’s nipples, eliciting a moan that Tony heartily devours.

The little shed is starting to become choked with the smell of arousal, so it’s no surprise to Tony when Steve starts hastily undoing the button on Tony’s pants and nearly breaks his zipper trying to yank it down. Tony’s job is a little easier, since Steve is just wearing athletic shorts, all he has to do is skim his hands down his sides until he can tuck his thumbs under the elastic waistband and tug down until Steve’s cock pops free.

Tony’s mouth nearly salivates at the sight of Steve’s cock, he’s forgotten how big Alphas can be. When Steve leans back toward him, reaches down, and takes both their dicks in one hand, Tony can’t help but think it’s like someone put a revolver next to a Gatling gun. He surprises himself when Steve uses his other hand to grip one of Tony’s and place it next above his head and Tony lets him.

Steve leans in to mouth at his neck, “Quit overthinking it, you’re gorgeous.”

Tony gasps as Steve starts to suck a bruise into the soft skin at the base of his neck. He nearly shudders and loses his balance when Steve finally starts moving his hand, sliding up and down their dicks while thrusting his hips against him. Every few thrusts he’ll feel Steve’s knot bump up against him and he swears he can feel electricity run through him.

The knot reminds him, “Don’t you wanna…?” Hoping that what he’s saying will he across.

Steve’s teeth nip at his skin, “Not now. When you want it. When you want me to. Then I’m going to absolutely ruin you.”

When Steve pulls back to look at him, looking all sorts of wrecked with his eyebrows furrowed and mouth open and panting, Tony has to grit his teeth to keep from coming at the very sight of it. Instead he leans forward and snatches Steve’s bottom lip with his teeth, pulling him forward and eating up the moans coming out of his mouth until he’s close enough that their lips can meet again.

Steve lets Tony’s hand go so he can place it in the middle of his chest, right above the bright blue of the reactor. There are many words people could use to describe Tony Stark, and not one of them is “submissive”. And yet here he finds himself, allowing an Alpha to hold him still pressed against a door. Tony doesn’t even put up a protest, just gets lost in gazing at Steve’s blown pupils.

He’s not sure what he expected then, but nowhere on the list was Steve leaning over him to rub his pulsing knot up and down Tony’s cock. There’s precum smeared all over his stomach from the head of Steve’s dick rubbing all over it. Steve seems to know when Tony’s about to come because he swoops his hand around Tony’s back to hold him as the rush of his orgasm takes him.

There’s only flashes of light and waves and possibly fireworks for a few moments, although Tony is sure he feels a surge of wetness cover his stomach and a grunt that sounds surprisingly like Steve. When he finally opens his eyes and lowers himself to the floor, he sees Steve is in a similar position, his legs spread and his cock still somewhat erect and consistently leaking. Tony subconsciously licks his lips.

“Would you…like help with that?”

Steve pants and raises an eyebrow, “Thank you, but it’s still too sensitive to do anything with right now, it’s just a waiting game.”

“Oh.”

Steve’s head cocks, “Have you never been with an Alpha before?”

Tony shakes his head, “Told you, I don’t typically like Alphas.”

“Oh my God,” Steve’s eyes go wide, “You’ve never been with an Alpha before,” He tries to shift so he’s closer to Tony, wincing at the sensitivity, “Just know, I absolutely meant what I said.”

“Yeah…” Tony doesn’t know what else to say, he’s too busy staring at Steve’s dick and wondering what it would be like inside of him.

Tony doesn’t know what to do with this information or how to process it, only that he’s just probably had the most mind-blowing sex of his life and the guy that helped with it is telling him that not only is he willing to do it again, but he actually wants Tony.