turning a page of his newspaper Forecast says rain tomorrow. Might complicate the perimeter drills.

without looking up from a holographic schematic floating above his tablet Jarvis can simulate rain. Or we could just move them to the gym and be done with it. Less mud on my floors.

looks up from his book, peering over his glasses The gym floor is also your floor, Tony.

Technicalities, Bruce. Don’t distract me from my technically-dry-floor agenda.

Hey. What’s the color? Murdered-out midnight or… just black?

from the armchair where she’s cleaning a disassembled pistol It’s black, Parker.

Right. Cool. Very… cohesive.

walking in from the kitchen with a bag of chips Ooh, is that a new picture? Let the old man see. My kids say I don’t appreciate art.

…Huh.