Short Story (and nothing to do with the Marvel comic book character). Terry Morris is having a very bad day. His house is leaking and he does not trust the house to deal with it itself, a beautiful attorney has just walked into his office and threatened to sue him, his assistant has gone girl-crazy, the Iron Man space probe he is in charge of is threatening to self-destruct with thirty years of hard-won data, and his very expensive briefcase is being oddly unhelpful. What's a bureaucrat to do?