Tom smiles at the lame joke you just made. Then, he rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

"Come on, that joke was not nearly as bad as yours was. You made a dad joke; I didn't," you defend the horrible joke. Tom puts his hands up, stopping you.

"I know you could do better. I am shit at jokes. You are the epitome of joker. Come on. Tell me a good joke," he says. You think for a minute and then smile.

"I've got a good one," you say, still smiling. Tom sighs and rolls his eyes.

"Just tell it," Tom says, playfully irritated.

"Okay. Why was Spiderman picking his nose?" you ask. Tom smiles slightly then shrugs. You clear your throat for emphasis.

"He was trying to get rid of the Green Goblin," you say, cracking up. Tom rolls his eyes.

"That was absolute shit. You are not on top of your joke game today. At all," Tom says, crossing his arms. You stick your tongue out.

"Go home, Holland," you say, teasing. Tom sticks his tongue out in reply. Then, being the childish adults you are, you both bust out laughing.

"I think I've got a good one," Tom says. You roll your eyes at him.

"When do you ever have a good one?" you ask. He just smiles.

"What's your name?" Tom asks. You roll your eyes, knowing exactly what he's about to do.

"Tom, you've known me for five months. You ought to know my name," you say. He groans.

"Just go with it, Y/N. God. Okay, what's the colour of the sky?" Tom asks.

"Blue," you say. Tom smiles slightly.

"What's the opposite of down?" he asks. You groan, dreading the statement to be made after this.

"Up," you say, sighing. Tom smirks.

"Y/N blew up," he says. You groan at the stupid statement.
"My joke was a trillion times way better than that. Your joke was rubbish shit a dog dragged out of a damn loo. My joke wasn't stupid. Plus, you didn't even make a joke. 'Y/N blew up' is not a joke," you say. Tom rolls his eyes.

"You're not fun anymore," Tom says, pouting.

"And you're a dick," you say.

"I know," Tom says, smirking. You smack him on the arm.

"Don't be a bitch," you say. He smirks.

"Whatever," he says. Both of you roll your eyes.

"Lovebirds, whenever you're ready, we've got a scene to shoot," Robert Downey Jr. says, dressed in his Iron Man 'suit'. You and Tom give him the Finger behind his back, then laugh like little kids to each other.

"He's such a dad," you say.

"Agreed," Tom says. Then, you hurry up and get on set, or Robert really will act like a dad.