Being an Avenger was no cakewalk, but dealing with Tony Stark made it feel even harder. He always had something to say—some quip about your qualifications, your decisions, or your very presence on the team.

The latest mission was no exception. An arms dealer known for selling tech to terrorists was hosting a lavish ball. The team needed intel, and you were the only one fit for the undercover job since Natasha was still recovering from her recent injury.

"She’ll mess it up," Tony muttered during the briefing. "Probably trip over her own shoes."

You ignored him and focused on preparing. The plan was simple: blend in, gain the target's trust, and retrieve the data. You spent the day getting ready, rehearsing your cover story and going over the details of the mission.

But when you stepped into the room in your gown - Tony went silent. His usual sharp tongue faltered as his gaze locked onto you.

“Well?” you asked, raising an eyebrow as you adjusted your earrings.

Tony cleared his throat, shifting awkwardly. “I was just going to say… we’re supposed to be undercover, not hosting a fashion show. You're overdressed." As if he's gonna admit that he's flattered.