Tony going to cons in his iron man suit. Entering tony stark look alike contests. Going to cons dressed as the other avengers. Going in a modified suit and getting lectured by That Guy bc it’s not a perfect replica or bonus points tony speaking via FRIDAY and That Guy assuming tony is a lady and being super condescending so naturally tony sheds the suit and lectures him (prob to standing ovation). Idk just tony nicely trolling

thealextheshipper:

Tony had spent weeks working on this suit, it was specifically
for conventions, and relatively low on weapons, not to mention light weight and
dazzling. It’s the only armor in his arsenal not meant for battles, and
therefore the only one that has both snack compartments, and a laser light
show. He’s absolutely pumped to show it off at comic con San Diego, when a dude
bro in a cheap Captain America cosplay starts talking to him.

“Why on earth would you paint the armor black and yellow? Are
you color blind or just stupid?” The dude bro asks, giving Tony an assessing
look. Tony glances at him before looking around. Clint’s supposed to be meeting
up with him soon. “Not to mention, the proportions are all wrong. Did you
even use a template? What kind of fan are you?” 

“Tell him to go away.” Tony asks, hoping Friday can get rid of
the asshole before Clint shows up.

“It’s called creativity, you should try it some time.” Friday
snarks, and Tony notices a creepy glint in the guys eyes, as he steps closer.

“Nice voice.” He says. “I don’t know a lot of girls who cosplay
as Iron Man.” Tony rolls his eyes. “I can help you figure out the suit
proportions, if you’d like.” He offers, and Tony is honestly wondering if this
asshole thinks he’s attractive. 

“No, sorry. I like my suit as it is.” Friday retorts. Tony
wishes he had a weapon when the guy leers at him, leaning forward. Tony catches
sight of Clint over the guys shoulder. 

“C’mon honey. It needs some serious improvement.” He says
seriously, and Tony is fuming. 

“I can’t believe you would talk to someone like that.” He snaps,
the faceplate nearly hitting the asshole when it opens. “You didn’t even
introduce yourself before being a judgmental asshole.” Tony waves his arm
towards him, forcing asshole to jump back or get a metal hand to the gut.

“Mr. Stark?” He asks, shocked. Tony raises an eyebrow at him,
then glances down at himself. 

“Appears so. What should I call you? Asshole?” He asks, and the
guy looks affronted. “Oh, don’t pull that shit. You’re an asshole, who was
bullying someone based on an outfit, and then being a creepy ass just because
you thought it was a woman.” 

“I’m not creepy!” The guy screeches. Clint stops right behind
him, waiting to see what’s going on.

“Friday, do you think he was
creepy?” Tony asks, the guy crosses his arms.

“Undoubtedly Boss. Not to
mention condescending, and irritating.” She offers, and Tony raises an eyebrow
at him.

“Fucking slayed.” Clint
mutters, the asshole nearly jumps out of his skin. “Piece of advice, if you
wouldn’t say it to Black Widow, don’t say it to a girl.”

“I didn’t do anything wrong!”
The guy protests, throwing his arms up in the air. Tony snorts a laugh, and
points to Natasha.

“If you didn’t do anything
wrong, go up to her. That’s Black Widow by the way. Go tell her that her
costume isn’t that good, but you can help her make it better. Make sure you get
really close, and her back is to a wall.” Tony challenges, and the guy’s eyes
go wide. “Now if you honestly believe you could do that without being killed,
then I’ll believe you think what you did was okay, but I don’t think you
believe it.”

“Look, I don’t want any
trouble.” The guy says, and there’s a small crowd gathered around now. Tony
shrugs.

“If you don’t want any
trouble, don’t walk up to people insult them, and then creep on them.” Tony
offers. “It’s really not that difficult to avoid being a massive creep.”

“Roasted.” Clint says, the
asshole storms off muttering about Ironman being an asshole. Tony isn’t
worried, the girl in the Deadpool costume was filming the whole exchange so it
shouldn’t negatively affect his reputation. “Bye assclown!” Clint calls,
turning to Tony. “Natasha is going to kill you when she finds out you told a
guy to go creep on her.” Clint informs him, the blood drains out of Tony’s
face. “C’mon the panel starts in a couple minutes.” 

“I’m so dead.” Tony mumbles as Clint drags him towards the conference room.