As much as Tony appreciated less people willing to intrude on his precious and very personal space, if he knew it was boring he would have been hurt, offended, and outwardly dismissive of any further company if it was such a burden. Luckily, he didn't notice so much when people were not there as when they were, so Cassie's feelings on it went unnoticed. He gave her a secretive smile as the crossed the flawless, reflective floor, passing the benches and sleeping console and what remained of his armory, stripped to pieces and mostly recycled but for a few specialized designs, and an array of vehicles that rarely saw the light of day anymore. Finally, as they approached a far wall, he said, "Initiate, password Ant-Girl," to it, and, even though it was a wall, it responded. It slipped away into the inky black floor like melting chocolate to reveal further odd ends of the Iron Man armory, and one final vehicle. This one was wrapped in a cartoonishly big yellow bow.
Tony stopped short, examining the car with his head cocked and hands on his hips like he wasn't sure what to think of it yet. "That's a bit outlandish, isn't it?" he said after a moment, and bit his lip. What was a little girl supposed to do with a car like that? "I should take it back."