She narrowed her eyes at him, complete with pursed lips. “That is not what I meant and you know it. Ice water, Tony? Ice water? I hate cold. I hate cold worse than Steve. You /know/ this.” She paused as a thought struck her. “Did Loki put you up to this?”
“I’m very sad for you, but I misplaced my violin. This’ll have to do,” he replied, rubbing two fingers together. “And Loki had nothing to do with it. He’s off doing Loki things.” He grinned. “If I can put up with having my head doused, you can put up with the cold, Sunshine. I’ll stand by with a hairdryer.”
She stuck her tongue out. “Unfair, low blow, Stark. I’m going to need something better than a hairdryer to warm me up if I let you pour ice over my head.” She tossed the tablet on the couch and came over to drape her arms around his neck — well, she tried to, anyway. “Ouch!” She pulled her hand away from the gauntlet and shook it. “It sparked me!”