There was an old movie called something like Death Takes a Holiday or close to that. It had been about Death taking the place of a living person to be able to experience what it was to live for a week. Tony thought it had only been a week. He'd never really been big on movies. Or television. Mostly any kind of entertainment meant for the masses drove him nuts.
He couldn't imagine if Death was taking a holiday, she wanted to get hit by a sports car.
Laughing, he shook his head, "Get in, Death. I gotta take you for a ride. It's one of those things I have to be able to say to my friends. 'What did you do today?' and then I get to say 'Oh, I took a test drive in a sports car with Death.' and yes. That is an absolute yes. I need to check that off my bucket list. Not that I have one of those. A bucket list. I don't plan on accomplishing anything before I die. I've already done more than anyone expected. Now? It's all fun and games."
Tony wasn't even going to question the woman on whether she was The Death or just called "Death" or if she was messing with him. It really didn't matter in the long run. He'd fought aliens from another dimension. Who was he to say what was and was not probable?
Tony Stark defied probabilities.
"C'mon. You know you want to have the experience of riding in a Roadster..."