"Uh, the brown," Tony said. It's what he'd started with, and he hadn't actually considered anything else. And would never again. His back gave a little roll when he thought about that eye looking back at him in the mirror when he'd woken up that morning.

Flecks of green in your blue eyes.

"So that's what you did? Spy work?"

There was, startlingly, no judgment at all in his timbre. He'd been a spy of a sort, he supposed, while working with SHIELD. He'd never been afraid of information. It explained why she wasn't, either.