Sorry I'm Late
“Sorry I’m late. I had to shake Stevie's boyband. They've been following me around more and more and it's a pain to shake them,” Bucky says walking into Tony's lab.
“My offer still stands. If you want to you can move in here. I have plenty of room and Maria would love to spend more time with you,” Tony says poking his head out from under one of his new inventions.
“I can't do that. It seems wrong,” Bucky says.
“Fine. Maybe I can arrange the office carpool to pick you up,” Tony says.
“Tony, all your employees live in the City. You got them apartments here,” Bucky says.
“Point,” he says rolling out from under his machine, “punch the hood,” Tony says.
“Finally working on the flying cars Quill has been nagging you about?” Bucky says and punches it and yelps when the car turns into nanites.
“With improvements. Scanners in the head lights to sense collisions. The seats with eject and the car will turn into nanites to prevent car accidents. This could cut automotive deaths by nearly thirty percent each year,” Tony says excitedly.
“Genius,” Bucky says.
“That's my name don't wear it out,” Tony says with a manic grin.