Bombshell
The afterglow had barely faded when the watch on his wrist started to buzz against his skin. Jack tried to casually glance at it without drawing too much attention to his actions. From the small huff Tony let out, he wasn’t successful.
“It’s cute that you still try to get stuff past me,” Tony muttered into his pillow. He pushed up and stared at Jack. “Also, that’s a very Dick Tracy kind of watch you’ve got. Better find out what’s going on. You know they won’t stop calling.”