"A knight?" Tony asked, surprised but intrigued at the new title. It was sweet and felt far too good for him. A knight wouldn't have accidentally killed all those people or let the Avengers crumble. He wouldn't be trying to lead this train while at least a quarter crazy with PTSD symptoms. He wasn't a knight, because he wasn't a soldier. At least, that's what he used to believe. As he thought about their lives here, how could he say he wasn't a soldier? Their dining room was a fancy mess hall. He was in a uniform and they went into battle. Maybe he was a soldier. Could he possibly be a knight? It seemed far to noble a title for him, but if that's what Ignis wanted to call him or believed him to be, who was he to say he shouldn't?

"I'll be your knight to the best of my ability." It didn't feel like that great of a promise when he was sitting here needing those soothing gestures like a child. How could Ignis think of him as a knight when he saw him like this?

In their cabin, he was a little surprised by the role reversal but as he settled in with his head on Ignis' chest, he couldn't think of anything he'd rather be doing. He snuggled closer and tried to forget about how much pressure was on him with all these new recruits.