InsaneJournal

Tony had spent most of the day looking for his damn robots. They'd gotten out of the lab, which they'd never done before. Of course it had never been as easy as just approaching a door before, either. He briefly wondered which one of them masterminded the plan but then remembered that they didn't really think for themselves and shook that off. He'd actually had to do some climbing and in the process his shirt had gotten torn so he had that off, in his hand, as he walked into the apartment.

He was sweaty and a little dirty and just wanted to take a shower. But first he was going to get himself something to drink. Tony headed into the kitchen, throwing the remains of his shirt over his shoulder before getting a bottle of water.