Tony: To be sure, I switch on my imaging sensors, checking not only for objects, but for sound bouncing off the surface. No ships. No copters. No planes. Nothing else larger than a seagull. So I make my grand entrance, repulsors charged and ready for anything.
Natasha: Good afternoon, Iron Man. You’re right on time.
Tony: Natasha Romanoff— the Black Widow. I should have known.
Natasha: I hope you’ll pardon my cloak and dagger games, Tony. I couldn’t resist the thought of seeing you unure of yourself. Just for once. Caviar? Sparkling water?
There’s a lot here that’s lol-worthy, but I think special attention should be paid to Natasha’s shoes. If they can be called that.
From Iron Man #6, by Kurt Busiek and Patrick Zircher.
