Tony hates wearing costumes. It's sort of ironic given that his weapon is basically a costume only made of metal, but whatever. His daughter had made him play dress up a couple times but that was a secret he plans on taking to the grave (which.. he sort of succeeded at). Either way, he was really disliking this.

"Well?" He asks, sourly as he steps out of one of the dressing compartments to get Buttercup's opinion. In his opinion, he looked incredibly stupid. There had to be better options than this.