He’d just finished making his suit, and he was trying to remove it. You, being his assistant, heard all the ruckus from upstairs and decided to investigate, to make sure your boss was okay. You found him, in his suit without his helmet on, his tech trying to remove parts of it, though it was failing miserably. “Mr. Stark, what the hell are you doing?” You asked, and he turned to meet your eyes, a slight smirk on his face. “Let’s face it, this isn’t the worst thing you’ve caught me doing.”