Genius, Thy Name Isn't Tony |Tony Stark x Reader|

“It’s a hobby of mine to prove you wrong.”

“I’m not even wrong!”

The brunet snorted. “You are so wrong. It’s gif.”

“No, it’s jif.”

Tony held out his hands. “No, no! You’re not listening! It is gif.”

“No it’s not!”

“Honey, of the two of us, who is the technological genius?”

“An Iron Man suit and a jif are not the same thing.”

“Gif!”

“Jif!”

“’Jif’ is a fucking peanut butter brand!”

“’Gif’ sounds like our toddler saying ‘gift’!”

“Do you even know what GIF stands for?”

“First of all, JIF, and yes, I do. Graphic-“

“Exactly! And what type of ‘G’ sound does ‘Graphic’ make? A FUCKING HARD ‘G’ SOUND, SO GIF!”

“IT’S JIF!”

“You know what? FRIDAY!”

“Yes, sir?” It was as if the AI was tired of the debate her creator and her creator’s wife had been having for the past hour.

“What’s the proper pronunciation of G-I-F?”

“It appears that the creator of the illustration, Steve Wilhite, has proclaimed the proper pronunciation is ‘Jif’ like the peanut butter. Mrs. Stark is correct.” The Irish voice rang out.

Tony turned his head to look at you in horror. “I…”

“You were wrong, and now you buy dinner.” The woman smirked, sauntering away.

“Round two, dammit!” Tony shouted, following after her. “Ore-gan, Ore-eh-gone! Man-aze, mayo-naze! Pee-can, Peh-con! Care-mel, car-mel! Yee-roh, jy-roh!”