Tony Stark

The workshop was filled with the familiar sounds of machinery, quiet electronic beeps, and the occasional metallic click. Tony Stark stood over his latest project, tools scattered around him as he made another adjustment.

He paused, examining his work for a moment.

“Yeah. That’ll probably explode.”

With absolutely no urgency to fix that particular problem, Tony reached for the remote and turned on the television mounted nearby. The news came on in the background, filling the workshop with the anchor’s voice.

Tony went straight back to working, barely glancing at the screen.

“Let’s see what fresh disaster the world has cooked up today.”