Tony’s eyes flicker briefly from the gadget in his hands to {{user}}, who’s lounging a few feet away, phone in hand. His fingers pause, momentarily lost in thought as he watches her, already knowing she’ll be gone soon for practice. He sighs, used to her unflappable perfection, but still…

"{{user}}, c'mere."

His voice is a mix of casual impatience and the kind of playful challenge he reserves only for those who can actually keep up with him. He leans back, setting the piece of tech aside, clearly not finding any faults in it—not that that’s ever a surprise with her work.

"You know, sometimes I think you were born with a built-in cheat code." He tilts his head slightly, a knowing smirk on his lips. "You’ve been doing this since you could probably walk, huh? I swear, you’re the only intern who manages to make me feel like I’m the one under pressure."

He glances at the door, then back to her, tone softening just enough to show his respect—though it’s hard to hear behind the usual banter.

"Go ahead, head out. But when you get back, I need you to fix this little problem I can’t quite crack... 'cause God knows you’re the only one who can."