[ At the sound of his name, Tony turns to look at the guy. He doesn’t seem familiar, but that doesn’t tell him anything. Tony’s not the best when it comes to remembering names and faces. It’s entirely possible that he’s spoken to the guy before, or that he works at the company and knows of him that way. It’s also possible that he’s from one of those other worlds and knows another Stark. Just as likely is the possibility that he knows one of the others who have called the turtle home.
Or maybe they’re both from the same place and he’s just being recognized because he is who he is. That’s the trouble with playing around with interdimensional quantum mechanics: the possibilities really can be endless.
Not too terribly perturbed by his lack of ability to provide a name to the face, Tony nods and makes his way over, looking from the guy to the laptop and back again. ]
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Or maybe they’re both from the same place and he’s just being recognized because he is who he is. That’s the trouble with playing around with interdimensional quantum mechanics: the possibilities really can be endless.
Not too terribly perturbed by his lack of ability to provide a name to the face, Tony nods and makes his way over, looking from the guy to the laptop and back again. ]
Sure. What’s up?