The truth is, I am Iron Ma- wait.

There were several things about waking up that morning that were nothing out of the ordinary for Tony. It was early. There was a warm body next to him.

Par for the course. No hangover, but he wasn't that prone to those, but he did feel... weird.

He woke up a little more, and figured out what it was.

The body he was asleep next to was male.

And Tony wasn't.

Tony was an intelligent man - usually, that second part, he was meant to be that second part what was this - and was not prone to overreactions, to unconsidered responses to problems.

He thus let out an understated, considered yelp and fell out of the bed.