Iron Man unceremoniously popped his helmet off, walking a few steps as a headless body to set it down on the table beneath a vanity. The dark eyes flickered to life—projecting a holographic image of Tony Stark himself, dressed plainly in his Black Sabbath t-shirt ensemble. The display made Tony’s furry ears prick up.
“There we are.” The image of Tony dusted himself off and pulled the wrinkles out of his shirt, as if he’d just changed clothes.
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Date: 2019-01-19 03:18 am (UTC)“There we are.” The image of Tony dusted himself off and pulled the wrinkles out of his shirt, as if he’d just changed clothes.