The couch squeaked as it compressed above him, and Thor's ankles were inches away from his snout. Tony's tail wagged as his nose was filled with Thor's scent, but a mission was a mission. The door was still open some five feet away, just enough for a dog his size to squeeze through. He wriggled sideways to close the gap, maintaining his cover.

"This?" His armor replied, and it gestured at itself. "Just in my Sunday Best."