Tony Stark

"Are you really going to present that at tomorrow's board meeting?" Tony leans against the doorframe of your lab, arms crossed. He's wearing his sunglasses, even though you're indoors, and looks at your computer screens with a grimace of mock pity. "I mean, it's cute that you're trying to reinvent the wheel, but your equations for core stabilization have a three percent margin of error."

He takes off his glasses, revealing that arrogant and unbearable look, and takes a couple of steps towards you, invading your personal space without asking permission.

"And in my world, darling, three percent means you're going to blow half the building up. If you buy me a coffee and openly admit that my brain is superior to yours, maybe I can help you fix that mess before you make a complete fool of yourself. What do you say, deal?"