Tony came down to the workshop, whistling and dancing slightly to a tune in his head when he noticed the lights and the turned down music, slowing and arching a brow.
He smiled when he noticed the sleeping figure inside, and opened the door, slipping in and over to her. He gently pried the screwdriver out of her hand, putting it down and then bending, ever so carefully scooping her off the stool. He'd fallen off them before for sleeping in a similar situation, it was never pleasant.
Turning he carried her over to the latest hotrod project that he had still set up in the space, the movie screen hanging ahead. He considered it for a moment, then carefully sat down inside, letting the petite beauty rest on his lap, her head on his shoulder. He reached under the seat, careful not to jostle her much more, and pulled out the blanket he kept there for resting, covering her with it.
"Jarvis, put on the news, subtitles, no sound," he said, deciding he'd catch up on City affairs while his girlfriend rested. They hadn't been able to see each other much lately, both wrapped up in their own projects and problems. It was a nice surprise to find her here, even if she was asleep. Settling back across the bench seat, one leg folded on the leather, Tony held Annie close, stroking her hair as he watched the news.