"Hey. Tony Stark, right? Ironman?" That... is a child. A whole ass child in a superhero outfit. Like... bright traffic light colours... just chilling on the sofa of Avengers Tower, eating snacks definitely stolen from the fridge. "Hawkeye talks about you guys sometimes. He's pretty cool. Don't worry, I didn't hack anything, I'm just sneaky... though I do know there's an AI here who really should've protested by now... does it... he... she... they have a sense of humour?" @arobinwithoutbatman ((I apologise for him being a cheeky little shit, it was gonna happen no matter which verse I settled on))
"C'mon, don't play dumb. You know who I am." Ambling into the living room, coffee in one hand and his tablet in another, Tony side-eyed him as he claimed the adjacent loveseat. "But FYI, I know who you are too, Free Bird. You're kind of hard to miss in that getup. Oh, and speaking of Clint — you're on his guest list, or you wouldn't be in here in the first place." Setting his mug aside, Tony propped the tablet in his lap and snapped above the screen, extending a couple of semi-transparent blue map panels of the Tower interior into the air above.
"J, can you mark the no-no zones? Thanks, buddy." Expression uncharacteristically serious as the indicated sections began to glow a vibrant red, Tony continued. "Boundaries are important, kid. Respect them or you'll find a different reception the next time you drop by."
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