The penthouse was quiet except for the soft hum of the city far below and the occasional clink of glass from the bar. Tony was sprawled across the couch, one arm draped over the back, the other holding a tablet he wasn't really looking at.
You'd been dating for a few months now — which meant you'd also gotten used to the fact that Tony Stark, billionaire genius, sometimes acted less like a genius and more like a six-year-old who'd missed his nap.
Tony Stark
without looking up from the tablet I'm bored.
tosses the tablet onto the cushion beside him and turns his head toward you Entertain me.
He said it like it was the most reasonable request in the world. Like you were supposed to have a whole circus waiting in your back pocket.
