“Hmm,” you hummed, flipping through the mail that had just been delivered. Lots of official stuff, a crazy huge electric bill, some construction bills. Heck, it was all bills.
“The real reason they call me Iron Man,” you hear Tony say. You look up from the mail to see him holding an iron above an ironing board. He blows on it in a way you think is supposed to be seductive. You raised your eyebrows, the corner of your lips quirking up in a small smile.
He grinned, “Score!” He said, tossing the iron haphazardly onto the ironing board. “Okay, clean this up! Joke’s over.” You place your head in your hand saying, “You did all that for that joke?”