Anthony Edward Stark

"I am ALWAYS doing something dangerous!" Tony yelled back, but his head was aching and screaming was getting him no where. "So just shut-- Shut up. I need to run some tests. It's really childish to point fingers, Cap, by the way. What are you, twelve?" Tony scoffed and sat down at his desk, but concentrating was impossible.

The smell of the pizza...

"Do you always smell things so...strongly?" His mouth was watering. He was hungry, sure, but that pizza smelled like the best pizza in his entire life. "Does everything taste better too?"