"Obviously, the paint job!"
Tony tapped the robotic arm's silver metal casing with his armored fingers-clang, clang, clang-then pointed at the conspicuous welds below and declared, "This prototype looks way too lame right now. I absolutely refuse to let her make her debut looking like this."
"You have to remember, she was born to save this world!"
Josen: "..."
Banner: "..."
Josen and Dr. Banner exchanged a glance and immediately knew neither of them could talk sense into the obsessive perfectionist in the flashy red-and-gold armor before them.
In that respect, Tony Stark and Thanos, both cursed with knowledge, were actually the same kind of person.
Josen cared about style himself. He shrugged in understanding and said, "All right, I admit it. You win."
Dr. Banner nodded and spread his hands as well. "Whatever makes you happy."
"See? I knew you'd agree with my aesthetic!"
With the air of a victor, Tony raised an eyebrow and smiled. Then, under the control of the AI F.R.I.D.A.Y., a mechanical tray matching his armor flew over on jets of flame, carrying three poured glasses of champagne.
"Come on, gentlemen." Tony was the first to pick up a glass with an easy flourish. One look at that practiced, effortless motion made it clear he had hosted plenty of org-no, parties back in the day. "Here's to getting all the stones and ending this chaotic war."
Josen and Dr. Banner both couldn't help laughing. When it came to enjoying life, nobody did it like you, Iron Man!
Even if they got knocked out in the quarterfinals every year, nobody would turn down popping the champagne early.
Naturally, Josen and Dr. Banner wouldn't spoil Tony's fun. All three raised their glasses together.
"Cheers." ×3
An hour later.
After setting up the equipment, Josen and the