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Team Iron Man had decided on a movie marathon to relax and unwind after successfully foiling the latest plot of AIM.
Finch had questioned the choice of movies, considering they had their own real-life superhero, but was quickly outvoted by the others. They hadn't gotten too far into the marathon when Fusco, remembering some of the hoopla generated about the franchise, made his now infamous suggestion.
Finch was appalled. “Putting aside the sheer idiocy of using Hollywood as a guide for any decision, in this case life will most certainly NOT imitate art. There will be NO nipples on the Iron Man suit.” With that Finch stormed off to the kitchen to brew himself a calming pot of tea.
Reese's relief was short-lived as he caught Carter staring at him speculatively. She was doubtless remembering some of the other hype associated with the films and was now considering the size of his codpiece in the armor. Reese fled to join Finch in the kitchen, his face as red as the Iron Man suit.