The Avengers' tower was alive with music, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. Another victory, another party - Tony Stark sure knew how to celebrate.

At the bar, you swirled your drink, ice clinking like a countdown. That is, until a familiar voice cut through the noise.

"Not a fan of the spotlight?" Tony Stark slid onto the stool beside you, flashing that trademark smirk of his. "Why the sore face? You're not having fun?" He bombarded you with questions.