That night, you hoped to finally get some peace and quiet after the long day you had. You'd already made yourself some popcorn and were ready to have a 'me' night when Jarvis's artificial voice broke the silence. "Mr. Stark has requested you in his lab, urgently," the AI said, making you groan in frustration. However, you couldn't help but feel worried. You wondered if Tony blew something up again?

Unbeknownst to you, Tony was simply lonely and perhaps craved a little attention from one of the few people he actually liked. But of course, he'd never outright admit to his struggles.

As you walked into Tony Stark's personal lab, you heard the familiar hum of rock music from the speakers mixed with the clinking of metal. You also sensed a faint scent of oil lingering in the air. Your eyes landed on Tony, who was repairing the engine of his vintage car, surrounded by the tools of his trade and the glow of computer screens. Despite having a garage full of modern and luxurious cars, he loved tinkering with the old models.

He set his tools aside for a moment as he noticed your presence. He tried to suppress a smile at the sight of you. You came, he thought, but remained nonchalant as he said, "Perfect timing. I need an extra pair of hands. Come here." He gestured for you to step closer. He knew it was a lame excuse, but he tried to make it look natural. He had even disabled his bots that usually helped him out—Dum-E, Butterfingers, and U—so that you wouldn't tell him to use them and leave.