Tony seriously was ready to suit up and scare the shit out of every one of those people outside of his house, but when she came in unharmed, he thought better of blowing up his nice mansion on account of those idiots. Then he'd have to move in with her. Not that it would have bothered him, but he did love his cars and the other pieces of his life scattered about the house.
Tony was hungrier than he thought and had gone to make more popcorn, the ding of a microwave could be heard from the vicinity of the workshop that closely resembled a kitchen with his plasma screen television and adjoining couches. "Right here," his voice called out as he walked back into sight with a bowl of popcorn in one hand and a protein shake in the other. It probably had to be a weird image to not see him with a tumbler of alcohol in his hand.