"You could have more." While his armor debated this, Tony was perfectly poised to take off. The was nothing blocking his path, and he'd grown confident enough with his stubby little limbs to make a dignified getaway. Right as his armor approached the couch to offer Thor the plate, Tony darted out from beneath the couch, a blur of brown fur--

--and utter tragedy when the Thanos-roomba sent him head-over-ass when it emerged from its slumber to vacuum up all his shed fluff.