Tony raised an arm and curled his first, a small mounted laser weapon forming on the back of his hand. "F.R.I.D.A.Y., time to christen the joint with a little me."

"You waited an admirably long time to do so, Boss."

"Make it cute." Tony propelled himself up about ten feet and emblazoned a design pulled from his memory banks onto the snow right beside Thor's snow angel--a round little Iron Man helmet giving a peace sign. For consistency, he circled his wrist and added on a halo above it.