For whatever reason, all of that put together made Tony laugh until his eyes watered a little. He wiped at his face and wheezed.

"You're right. You don't have an ounce of swagger. You're too like Bruce. Shrinking yourself when you should be strutting. Like you're waiting for the bully's fist to fall still, even when you're the bad-assest guy in the room. But you don't need sunglasses and a beard. You've got your own thing. And you're living it."