Summer carried the tablet down to the workshop, glaring at the video on it accusingly. She /knew/ he was down there. “Anthony Edward Stark,” she said, “what the hell did you think you were doing?” She lifted her brows meaningfully at him and turned the tablet to show him his ice bucket video, on a loop.
He looked up from the gauntlet of the Mark VIII (he’d started affectionately calling it Enchantment Zero), turning large, innocent Bambi eyes on her. ”What? Is there something wrong with donating to charity?”
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?”