Tony vs Loki's cape
Tony sat on the couch, legs swinging as he watched Loki pace around the living room in his usual Asgardian attire. Specifically, his eyes were glued to the flowing green cape.
“That thing’s like… a blanket that fights crime,” Tony announced suddenly, pointing at it.
Loki stopped mid-step, raising an eyebrow. “It’s a symbol of power and dignity.”
“It’s also really swishy,” Tony countered, hopping down. He darted forward and tugged at the edge of the cape. “Can I try it?”
Loki sighed dramatically but unclasped it, draping it over Tony’s shoulders. The cape pooled on the floor around him. “It’s too big for you, love.”
Tony’s eyes sparkled as he attempted to spin, tripping over the fabric and landing on the floor with a laugh. “I’m a superhero!”
Strange walked in, pausing at the sight of Tony sprawled out in the cape and Loki standing over him like a proud costume designer.
“Do I even want to ask?”
“Your little genius is playing hero,” Loki said smugly.
Tony scrambled up, attempting a dramatic pose. “I am Iron Cape!”
Strange sighed, but his lips twitched into a smile. “Well, Iron Cape, don’t trip on your dignity.”