While Tony could have had his robot fetch it, he couldn’t handle the thought of anyone or anything else handing this gift off. He rose, approaching his work station and considered the small box that sat on it. After a moment of merely gazing upon it, he lifted it and returned to Thor’s side on the couch.

“Merry Christmas.” Tony held it up—a single, red box wrapped with a golden bow, just bigger than his palm. Opening it would be a simple task, simply tugging the knot free. Tony preferred the sleek and elegant.