"Well, I did keep Jarvis from painting the suit solid gold," Tony said, almost thoughtfully. That might have been the most humble thing he'd done in years.
Two years was some time to be in a new place. He nodded slowly. "Still. Got the tower. Got a few geniuses to work with. Could be worse," he said. He knew worse. He'd lived it. He sipped his drink and leaned back, watching her.
"I am, however, much more interested in you battling monkeys and running around with a team of super heroes. Is there a club here like there is back home?"