"Home," she said firmly, "as kind as Tony's been... which is a phrase I never thought I'd use without sarcasm concerning Tony Stark."

And her voice said, more clearly than words could, that she'd feel a lot safer at home. As silly as it sounded, Tony's defenses didn't mean the same thing as the magical wards of a street sorcerer and a mostly-retired guy with a toddler and a magic stick. Home was home. Ever since that first break in, ever since she'd moved in, she'd always felt more safe in the apartment.